Storm Week: Friday Finish

In this picture are three other photographers, all shooting the waves. Water decides to come out of the sky, and Californians flock to the coast to document it.

Today there's been some rain, some pockets of nastiness, a few gusts, and calm sunshine. If you're patient enough, or look in the right places, things improve.

Storm Week: Thursday Thrashing

(No lunch outside today.)

Mother Nature unleashed her full wrath on the southland today. I'm sure there were better storm photos to be had. But since I wasn't about to venture out into today's apocalypse dry-run, this is what you get. Shamu didn't have to get out of his cage, and I wasn't getting out of mine, either.

Storm Week: Wednesday Wimp

(Diary of a Wimpy Dog)

The brunt of today's storm has yet to arrive, and yet I couldn't get Louie out the door for a walk. I think it's the poodle part of him that doesn't "do" water. Pick up his leash on any sunny day (which, let's be honest, is almost every day in San Diego), and he bounces up and down like a pogo stick, so anxious is he to get out and see the neighborhood sights.

Something tells me that by Friday, after being cooped up for five days, he'll be willing to venture out in a shower.

(This video might not play for you. It's a "known" blogger issue. Which means you just need to keep coming back and trying. How's that for suspense?)

Storm Week: Tuesday Drops

(The view out my sunroof.)

Don't let the subtitle fool you; today's weather was much more than mere "drops" falling from the sky. We're talking hardcore rain and wind. V and I watched a Sparkletts delivery guy lose two dozen empty bottles off a cart to the gusting wind. This is the kind of weather you get in Michigan and Ohio and places with real weather. Watch out, rest of the country; San Diego is increasing its meteorological currency.

Storm Week: Monday Yellow

Since rain and foul weather are forecast this whole week (and throughout most of the state), I am proclaiming it Storm Week on Stray Carrier Pigeon. Each day I'll be posting a picture of the great outdoors, and the mess Mother Nature is making of it.

The rain really came down today, but anyone can get a picture of rain. What's better is what occurred early this evening, when the rain tapered off and the sky became yellow. Yes, yellow. Either the humidity reacted with sunlight or San Onofre blew a gasket. Anyhow, it sure is beautiful:

This Title Will Be Free of a "Beet the Jets" Pun

I planted them in July. And they grew. And grew into the little red nubs that will stain your fingers better than Easter egg dye. Today seemed like as good a day as any to pluck them out and turn them into a salad. Just in time for a meal before the Chargers cream the Jets.

(The garden. And the help.)

(The haul.)

(Lettuce, beets, walnuts, goat cheese, and croutons. Finished with a balsamic vinaigrette.)

Now 25% More!

(Wasabi-ginger, maple-bacon, and pomegranate-tangerine.)

In a rebuttal to my last post and its discussion of portion size, I offer the lollipops that arrived in yesterday's mail from my brother. 1.1 ounces each of sugar, water, and all manner of natural and artificial flavors.

My brother lamented that, while tasty, they're too large. And yet, Dum Dums are too small.

Which is why Nerds are still the classic, perfectly portioned candy. I wonder if Willy Wonka is interested in a bourbon-white russian variety.