The weather continues to be unusual. When I wrote the first rain entry, I thought the trend was breaking. It’d been raining an inordinate amount at that time and I thought the rain had to be waning but it hasn’t been. Other than a few stray days, we continue to enjoy (we’d better, the farmers need it) appreciable and conspicuous precipitation. The intensity of this year’s monsoon was remarkable a month ago. Now, it seems unprecedented. Eric and I have looked for total precipitation for the year to date, but we can’t find the figures. We’re not looking in the right place I guess. Most obviously, one would think the local chapter of the Community Collaborative Rain, Hail, and Snow Network could help out but no dice.
Above is a map of the US. Las Cruces is marked with a yellow dot. And a long skinny arrow. Drawn really terribly. I’ve decided to learn how to manipulate images. Let this serve as a measure of my skills before learning photoshop. But I digress. The rest of the nation is enjoying clear skies, an idyllic end of summer jaunt. Us? We’re wading through mud.
All of this rain is very unusual. El Paso is similarly inundated; our sister city has been declared a federal disaster area. There’s talk of that happening here in Las Cruces too. I worry. I don’t know any data or the hard science regarding the debate of planet warming but the idea of generous continual rains in the arid southwest disturbs me. Am I witnessing climatic change within my own lifetime? I haven’t even seen Gore’s movie. I haven’t wanted to. I don’t need any encouragement. Eric sighs and rolls his eyes. Moss, the snarky commentor, will accuse me of showing my “liberal bias” as tho that were a bad thing. My physical world is changing, within my lifetime.
With all the rain, I am getting bored. It has been raining endlessly. I’m not used to this. You can’t go outside readily. We don’t even own an umbrella because we live in the desert. We got caught in the rain on our bikes yesterday after going to the farmer’s market. If I can’t ride my bike, I get cranky and quarrelsome. Yesterday morning, I went out with my running team (in training for the marathon). It wasn’t raining just then but it started soon after we finished. Today, I spent some time on the elliptical machine we have. Otherwise, I’d probably just would have gone nuts today. What do all of you do up north? I’ll bet you have umbrellas and go places. I’ll bet you have board games to while away the time.
It is supposed to rain tomorrow, again. All day. Just like it did today. I am so bored I’m reading Gordon Tullock (the one I’m reading is immaterial). Eric said the chapter on genetics was sufficient but it wasn’t. I’ve been dragged into the rest of it; it’s like a car wreck. A book that nobody edited. Who wants to correct the master? He may have been up for the Nobel in 2003 but economists always need an editor. And engineers too. Just my opinion.
The rain has affected our diet. With rain I think of winter and cold food. Comfort food. Brown food. Weird to see the summery green food poking out of the hydrator. Four striped mexican zucchinis. I have to cook those before they go bad. We’re having onion soup tomorrow. With red wine. I only like cooking with white onions. Everything we eat has lots of onions and garlic.
I’m looking for a good tomato soup recipe. A restaurant we frequent (Lorenzo’s) has this great cream of tomato soup. Do you have any ideas about wonderful cream of tomato soup? That’s not a particularly hot topic of food interest but if you have recipes, send them on! Please add those to comments. Thanks. I don’t know what most of you will be doing on Labor Day but I will be making soup. The rest of the country will be sun-filled and barbequing tomorrow but not us. I’ll be making french onion soup and curling up in my husband’s long sleeved flannel winter shirts. Have a great holiday.