Everything Is Wet…

Everything terminal, cable and wire is soaked here. The squirrel chews from the past five years that were fine in the dry sunshine, now are a conduit for water to enter the cables. Birds, trying to stay dry, are seeking refuge in our aerial splice cases.Yesterday, I opened a case and found a bird trying to stay warm and dry. I closed the case and left it alone, no reason for the two of us to be cold and wet. 

The usually dry manholes are flooded and pumping them out is pointless, it’s like trying to pump out the Sacramento River, water just keeps on flowing in. Our beloved customers are complaining of static because everything is soaked and underwater. My rain gear hasn’t  dried out from yesterday’s drenching…

I opened a splice case and green water from electrolysis cascaded on me. It’s not only the rain, it’s the wind. Soaked tree roots and wind don’t go well together. The Oakland Hills look like one of those World War II battlefields with trees down and shattered. Now it’s time to suit up for another fun day. This too will pass

It’s Monsoon Season…

If I hadn’t been scheduled to work today, I would be in a barren RV watching the rain fall and wondering when it will stop. I knew winter would be once again tough at The Firewood Temple but there is no let up to this incessant rain. I drove back up last night and just avoided the true downpour. What did I come home to? The sound of pounding rain on the roof  that can drive a sane man mad.

The weather people are saying to be prepared for wind gusts of 50 miles an hour and heavy rain. Even though it’s a holiday today, I left The Firewood Temple at 4am, not to beat the traffic but to get back to civilization and right now civilization is a Starbucks. I don’t talk to anyone and mind my own business but at least the people around me give me a sense that I’m part of a herd. 

Spring, Summer and Fall at The Firewood Temple is nice but quite frankly, stepping into Winter’s mud the moment I get up is beyond demoralizing. I have no desire to head there. WithoutToonce there, what do I have? I know it sounds weird but I grieve for him more than I grieved for a human besides one… The sad thing is she couldn’t have cared less. 

Oh wonderful, as I sit here, it just started pouring. It’s not that I’m depressed but this steady rain can let out the dark clouds from one’s heart. If money was everything, I shouldn’t complain at 106 dollars an hour, working 11 hours out in that mess but it’s not what you make, it’s what you keep and I keep little. So today, my team of regulars will be calling for my assistance throughout the day due to the heavy rain. No one wants to climb poles in a storm… this too will pass

Disneyland 2017

I’ve never been a fan of Disney’s Mouseland but Tashi asked me to take her there for her 24th birthday; so we are going to hit the highway on Thursday, spend the day there on Friday and head back on Saturday. Last time we went to the Southland it was a disaster. It will be just me and her, kind of a father daughter road trip…

Tashi texted me saying, “Can we get a twelve dollar churro?” I replied, “No! Only a 45 dollar bottle of water water and a 60 dollar plush snowflake with a smiley face.” I really want to take Hunter to Disneyland but I don’t have a  snowballs chance in hell. Roberta probably already has tickets already on order. 

Good old California Disneyland where nothing isn’t for sale and the Starbucks is packed from the moment the park opens till it closes. The line to the cashier snakes around like the lines at Thunder Mountian and The Tea Cups. A sign reads, “Your wait time from this point is…” For a cup of coffee? This too will pass 

This Is A Somali Peet’s Mister…

I couldn’t quite capture the clientele of this Peet’s at 51st and Shattuck in this picture but if Trump has his way, this Peet’s will be shuttered due to most of their customers being deported. Now it’s been learned that Trump wants to call out the National Guard to help out the way they did the last time there were round ups. I find it interesting that it was 45 years ago today when Japanese-Americans on the West Coast began to be rounded up and sent off to internment camps inland. 

The Orange One in The White House doesn’t remember history. I sometimes wonder why German-Americans were never rounded up. Hmmm, go figure. I bet is was their hard work ethics that FDR admired in the average German-American citizen, it couldn’t have been their skin color!? I better be more like them though us Mexican-Americans tend to be lazy. I only work an average seven days a week 11 hour days, I better pick up my work ethic. Damn us lazy Mexicans. 
What executive order will be unveiled this coming week by the Reichfuhrer? Instead of a Yellow Star of David, will it be a brown sombrero or a Star and Crescent Moon for our “other” brown friends. Tell me it’s not my fault I tend to look a bit dark, I blame it on my mother messing with a man of impure blood. You know, the kind of guy who took siestas and danced while drinking tequila and dancing La Cucaracha because that’s what us Mexicans do. Right?! This too will pass

Another Night of The Long Knives? 

It was in June 1934 when those who were perceived to be threats to The New Germany were hunted down and shot. The media was told to report it as, a coup had been attempted and the traitors uncovered. Those newspapers who the dictator approved of did as told, soon news agencies such as CNN, MSNBC, ABC were closed down. Oops, I had a brain fart. The dictator kept telling his flock that “The Media is an enemy of the German People.” 

Senator John McCain and Lindsey Graham has a target on him whether he knows it or not. Soon with most of the press stifled and Fox and Friends will be our only source of news and we too will be living under a dictatorship. I don’t even believe the dictator of the 1930’s thought of getting re-elected a month after he started his chancellor term. I thought things wouldn’t develop as fast but here we are. This too will pass

One More High He’s Got In Him…

Matt once again called me from the detention center, damn that cursed 619 area code number. I truly hate seeing 619 on my phone and again the woman’s stern voice told me that the call would cost 32 cents a minute and the conversation would indeed be recorded. “Hey dad it’s me.” I replied, “Hi dear, you know exactly why you got 30 days added. Please don’t insult my intelligence.” The usual excuses started…

This incident took place in October and no wonder there was a high bail set this last time, he didn’t show up for his court appearance. See, now I understand why for stealing a bag of chips, they threw the book at him… Of course the meth pipe wasn’t his and he went on to say, “These guys followed me around town and put it on me!” I hate when that happens… I replied, “If it doesn’t make sense, it didn’t happen.”

He then told me how his mother and I should not listen to his parole agent because she wants to make us turn away from him. I told him, “Just stop!” He went on to tell me how I didn’t give him as much money as I gave my other children. I replied, “I gave you 14G’s and you blew it on pot, booze and caps. I’m done. You had better clean up.” He hung up… This too will pass. 

PS… I forgot to mention how he told us that we don’t care about him. Everyone cares about him and worry about him but he thinks he’s just fine. It’s us with the problem. He hangs out with scum of the land, other equally sick people and takes their side over those who do care what happens to him. This last trip to New Jersey, I saw the tears in his mother’s eyes and felt her pain.

Be Careful of What You Ask For…

The next storm is on its way and they say it will bring 6 inches of rain over the next 24 hours. Highway 37 back to The Firewood Temple is still under water from the storm before last storm and I think CalTrans has just given up trying to reopening it. Yesterday during my work travels, I came upon a group of CalTrans official surveying a massive landslide off of Interstate 580. The ivy covered hill was slumping towards the freeway exit ramp with nothing stopping it…

How much more run off can the Russian River handle, I’m sure the sea lions that lay where the river meets the ocean are tired of it. Well actually they go with the flow… They don’t mind it, infact maybe a flooded river brings more sea lion yums to them, less work fishing. The forecasters say the Napa River will flood and without fail the barren vineyards will be inundated until spring arrives.

I’ll be earning my money today and tomorrow with this latest storm. Today starts another pay period and as long as those technicians from out of state are in California, our evening crew gets to start 3 hours before our shift. By starting three hours before our shift means time and a half all day. David S. came in and said, “I don’t mind making 64 something an hour.” Ed and I replied, “We’re not complaining.” 

For five years California was in a drought. The reservoirs were dry and the rivers barely flowed. There’s so much water everywhere there’s nowhere to put it! The usually dry Yolo Causeway under Interstate 80 is now ten feet deep in water. Over the next 24 hours, we are about to once again get hammered by Mother Nature. This too will pass

Home Away From Home…

Here is part of our fleet of tired old trucks. The one on the left is the one I drive. We just heard new trucks will be eventually be phased in but supposedly California’s high emission standards are limiting The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company from leasing any. I like my old truck, with all the dents and dings on it, I can cover a tap of a bumper here and there… 

Last night I got back to the garage late and took residence on the break room couch. No one knew the better and what could they say.  ? The shower facilities worked just fine and having the basket of clean laundry in the back of the car really worked out perfectly. Until it stops raining, I’m inclined to live here. There’s nothing more depressing than driving in the pouring rain and then walking down that steep muddy road to a dark RV… 

The Company took names for the work loan to the Sierras but now with the rain in the Bay Area, we aren’t going anywhere soon. Now with the massive storm hitting Santa Barbara, they say when we clear things up here, we might be sent there. Now that is an awesome loan opportunity! Maybe Toonce’s death gave me a bit of PTSD and the RV symbolizes pain? This too will pass