Cat on the table

Weather. Spring-like today!

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Here is some of the best weather forecasting for the World of Outlaws, just click on the link, Mike Scott is my airname.

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Arctic Oscillation has a profound affect upon our weather  as cold air rushes out of Canada and Alaska,  Mountainous area tend to dry these systems out.

In the negative phases of AO, colder weather can subside into the SE US.  The trouble happens (ice and snow) when a Miller-B climate pattern exists.  Warm overruning, warm air going over the cold air and falls through that airmass,   Mid-latitude storms (Lows and troughs) spin that ‘

The Miller-B Climate Pattern induces cyclogenesis (Low Pressue Area)  Ex:  Cape Hatteras.  Italy has the same set-up,  pushing warm maritime moisture over the colder air.   Alaska’s temperatures are a precursor,  for what we see across the Tennessee Valley and into the southeast USA.

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    Pocatello,  ID.
Wind: N 6 MPHRH: 84%DewPt: 7 °F  More Details (KPIH)     XML View
Event:Winter Weather Advisory
Alert:…WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY NOW IN EFFECT UNTIL 2 PM MST THIS AFTERNOON… * IMPACTS/TIMING…SNOW WILL GRADUALLY END WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON. EXPECT SLICK ROADS EARLY WEDNESDAY MORNING. *

SNOW ACCUMULATIONS…AN ADDITIONAL INCH IS POSSIBLE. * LOCATIONS…MAINLY LOCATIONS ALONG AND EAST OF INTERSTATE 15. INCLUDING IDAHO FALLS…BLACKFOOT…REXBURG…POCATELLO AND SODA SPRINGS.

Instructions:A WINTER WEATHER ADVISORY FOR SNOW MEANS THAT PERIODS OF SNOW WILL CAUSE PRIMARILY TRAVEL DIFFICULTIES. BE PREPARED FOR SNOW COVERED ROADS AND LIMITED VISIBILITIES…AND USE CAUTION WHILE DRIVING.

Target Area:Caribou Highlands
Lower Snake River Plain
Upper Snake Highlands
Upper Snake River Plain

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URGENT – WINTER WEATHER MESSAGE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE BUFFALO NY 925 AM EST WED DEC 30 2015 NYZ007-008-301700- /O.EXT.KBUF.ZR.Y.0002.000000T0000Z-151230T1700Z/

JEFFERSON-LEWIS- INCLUDING THE CITIES OF…WATERTOWN…LOWVILLE 925 AM EST WED DEC 30 2015 …FREEZING RAIN ADVISORY NOW IN EFFECT UNTIL NOON EST TODAY… * LOCATIONS…JEFFERSON AND LEWIS COUNTIES…ESPECIALLY NORTHERN PORTIONS. * TIMING…THROUGH LATE THIS MORNING. * ACCUMULATIONS…A GLAZE OF LESS THAN A TENTH OF AN INCH. *

IMPACTS…OCCASIONAL LIGHT FREEZING RAIN AND FREEZING DRIZZLE WILL BRING SOME LIGHT ICE ACCUMULATIONS THROUGH LATE THIS MORNING. ANY UNTREATED OR ELEVATED SURFACES ARE ESPECIALLY SUSCEPTIBLE TO ICING…WHICH CAN MAKE FOR SLICK TRAVEL CONDITIONS. USE CAUTION AND ALLOW EXTRA TIME IF TRAVELING THIS MORNING.

PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS… A FREEZING RAIN ADVISORY IS ISSUED WHEN ICING IS EXPECTED IN THE AFFECTED AREAS…BUT NOT ENOUGH TO DISRUPT TRAVEL OR DAMAGE TREES AND POWER LINES. INSTEAD…PATCHES OF ICE WILL CAUSE SLICK SPOTS ON ROADWAYS AND SIDEWALKS. WALKING AND DRIVING COULD THEREFORE BE DIFFICULT…BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE. STAY TUNED TO NOAA WEATHER RADIO OR YOUR FAVORITE SOURCE OF WEATHER INFORMATION FOR THE LATEST UPDATES.

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Floyd Parton was a SMSgt in the Air Force’s ‘Air Weather Service’.   He also served at Hickam AB, HI in the Solar Observations and then retired and worked with the Treasury Department in Kentucky.

It has been around two years since Floyd passed due to complications of ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease).  This illness has been known to occur at higher rates amongst the military community.   


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For More detailed weather go to the fourth page in the dropdown menu of the upper right corner of this.
Forecast: 

Cloudy skies with light rains will be experienced over the regions of Ilocos, Cordillera and Cagayan. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated light rains will be experienced over metro manila and the rest of Luzon. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated rainshowers or thunderstorms will prevail over Visayas and Mindanao.

Moderate to strong winds coming from the northeast will prevail over Northern Luzon and its coastal waters will be moderate to rough. Elsewhere, winds will be light to moderate blowing from the northeast with slight to moderate seas.

Maulap na kalangitan na may mahinang pag-ulan ang mararanasan sa mga rehiyon ng Ilocos, Cordillera at Cagayan. Bahagyang maulap hanggang sa maulap na kalangitan na may pulu-pulong mahinang mga pag-ulan ang mararanasan sa Metro Manila at nalalabing bahagi ng Luzon. Bahagyang maulap hanggang sa maulap na papawirin na may pulu-pulong mga pag-ulan o pagkidlat-pagkulog ang iiral sa Kabisayaan at Mindanao.

Katamtaman hanggang sa malakas na hangin mula sa hilagang-silangan ang iiral sa Hilagang Luzon at ang mga baybaying dagat nito ay magiging katamtaman hanggang sa maalon. Sa ibang dako, ang hangin ay magiging mahina hanggang sa katamtaman mula sa hilagang-silangan na may banayad hanggang sa katamtamang pag-alon ng karagatan.



DECEMBER 2015 

RPMM: 290600 

AREA SYNOPSIS AND 24-HOUR SHIPPING FORECAST

BEGINNING: 291200 

SYNOPSIS:
Issued at: 5:00 PM today, 30 December 2015
Valid Beginning: 5:00 PM today until 5:00 PM tomorrow

Synopsis:

Northeast Monsoon affecting Northern Luzon.

FORECAST:

Cloudy skies with light to moderate rains and isolated thunderstorms will be experienced over Eastern Visayas and Bicol Region. Cloudy skies with light rains will prevail over Cagayan Valley and the provinces of Aurora and Quezon. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated light rains will be experienced over Metro Manila and the rest of Luzon. Partly cloudy to cloudy skies with isolated rainshowers or thunderstorms will prevail over the rest of the country.

Moderate to strong winds coming from the northeast will prevail over Northern Luzon and its coastal waters will be moderate to rough. Elsewhere, winds will be light to moderate blowing from the northeast with slight to moderate seas.

TERMINAL AREA FORECASTS (TAF)


​TAF RPLL

301100Z  3012/3118  09010KT 9999 FEW025 SCT100 TX31/3106Z TN23/3021Z TEMPO 3012/3018  08005KT FEW023 TEMPO 3018/3023 VRB02KT TEMPO 3101/3107  04011KT FEW025 BKN100=

TAF RPVM

301100Z 3012/3112  07008KT 9999 FEW020  TX31/3106Z TN21/3022Z TEMPO 3012/3018  04005KT FEW020 SCT080=

TAF RPLB
301100Z 3012/3112  07008KT 9999 FEW020  TX31/3106Z TN21/3022Z TEMPO 3012/3018  04005KT FEW020 SCT080=

TAF RPLC
301100Z 3012/3112  05006KT 9999  FEW020  BKN300  TX30/3106Z TN21/3021Z TEMPO 3012/3018  29008KT FEW020 SCT100 BKN300=


TAF RPLI

301100Z 3012/3112  04012KT  9999  FEW019 SCT100  TEMPO  3012/3018  04008KT FEW019 BKN100 TEMPO 3103/3109 04014G24KT=

TAF RPVP
301100Z 3012/3112  09008KT 9999  FEW019  SCT250 TEMPO 3015/3021  29006KT  FEW017CB SCT019 SCT250=

TAF RPVD
301100Z 3012/3112  02010KT 9999  FEW018 SCT220   TEMPO 3012/3018  36004KT FEW015CB SCT017 SCT080=


TAF RPMR

301100Z 3012/3112  04005KT 9999 FEW018  SCT080 TEMPO 3012/3018  02002KT  FEW018 BKN080=



TAF RPMD

301100Z 3012/3112  34006KT 9999  FEW016  SCT290  TEMPO 3012/3018  02007KT FEW016   SCT090=

TAF RPMZ
301100Z  3012/3112  04004KT 9999  FEW018  BKN300 TEMPO 3012/3018  00000KT FEW017CB  SCT018 BKN300=

Northern Luzon

RAINFALL WARNING 
 
NATION CAPITAL REGION


ADVISORYCommunity AWARENESS
FLOODING is POSSIBLE in low-lying areas
and near river channels ALERT
Community PREPAREDNESS
FLOODING is THREATHENING in low-lying areas
and near river channels EMERGENCY
Community RESPONSE
SEVERE FLOODING is EXPECTED
Take necessary precautionaryAL c measures
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Like Lambs to the Slaughter!!

There was a call to arms by men in high places,  putting on the charm, while soldiers tied their laces. Never ever  considering the risk and ruination.   Then screaming, in false bravado, “we’re doing it for our great nation”. (Politicans and Tax collectors)

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The huggers of infants,  and Redwood Trees, in jubilee they trust.  Spending our money,  with profligate lust,  claiming our birthrights,  our sons and our daughters.

We have Gideon Bibles and a tract,  but only,  if we send in,  a few hard-earned dollars.  Benny Hinn and Al Sharpton  will make it all good again,  with a wink and a show of hands.   My, we are dupes,  and body counts,  you see,  we pay the ultimate price,  while our sons and our daughters plea.  Time for miscounted votes and a new batch of babies,  our sons and our daughters, they join the Navy.

Nothing wrong in protecting our nation,  but the blood of babies,  our sons and our daughters, in this great nation.

 

 

 

 

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Milk and Honey

Cookies and Milk.

 

I had my friend Bill,   we rode our bikes

and played together.   He had his own

friends and so did I.

 

 

On an Autumn day,  after the leaves

had fallen,  new neighbors moved in.

I watched them unpack

and I noticed a girl,  about my age.

 

My mom and her’s became friends,

and this girl came along too.

We eyed each other skeptically,

and the mothers had for us,

cookies and milk.

 

From then on,  we became fast friends too,

and our cookies and milk, as well.

Every morning with our bacon and eggs,

were fresh cookies and milk.

 

And each day,  when we walked to school,

our arms about each other’s shoulders..

In grade school even, with smiles on our faces

we walked to school and teased each other.

At home,  whenever we appeared were the

milk and cookies,  of course..

After our explaining each day,

we went outside and played, until

our mothers implored us, to come in and eat.

 

Pretty soon,  our classmates teased,

She was ‘cookies’ and myself,  ‘Milk.’

But we were best friends and we WERE

Cookies and Milk.

Never dreaming that that our

love could grow deeper and deeper.

 

Then one morning, I noticed a change.

Her boyishness figure was full of curves.

Her haired smell nice and her hands

felt warmer.

And instead of arms around each other’s

shoulders,  we walked hand in hand,

still ‘Milk’ and ‘Cookies’,  never apart.

 

We added a caveat, to our names,

for honey and baby,  entered the fray.

But still,  we were,  and forever

would be,  ‘Milk and Cookies’.

 

And as we grew, our journeys

went to different, and secret places

to discuss and wax over each other.

Milk and honey and but still

Milk and Cookies.

 

I carried her books,  hand in hand,

and our texts,  everywhere, and I meant,

everywhere!

Milk and Cookies,  Milk and Cookies.

We went on our journeys,  walking with each other,

Milk and Cookies and Cookies and Milk.

Inseparable as  wind and the rain,

dark and the setting sun,

We still were of course,

Milk and honey to us,

Cookies and milk,  to all others.

 

Cookies real name was Cheryl

and my name does not matter,

as you will soon see.

Milk and Cookies?

It started to rain overnight.

The fog held itself close.

 

In the morning,  the rain had ended.

That morning,  it was different,

and the do0r bell, went unanswered.

When my friend caught up to me,

he trembled,  with tears in his eyes.

I am sorry dear friend, truly, truly sorry.

 

I remember ‘Cookies’ and so did our

school,

Milk is all alone again,

and Cookies looking down.

but in my heart, they still.

MILK AND COOKIES.

COOKIES AND MILK…

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Can we go back?

In a dream,  where are we?  Some imaginary land on a cliff or some quiet little town, in a place of bliss and solicitude?  And when  we awaken,  we are safe from fatal flaws.   Theoretical physics suggest alternative universes.   Looking from different angles,  suggests that we see things differently from different places.

But potential physics aside,  I wonder sometimes,  if these dreams are less esoteric than we think?   Let me tell you a story, that seems to encapsulate more than just randomness and fleeting imagination.  So here goes.

I had a girlfriend who was 16 and  I just turned 18.   I remember going to where she lived with her parents.  Her dad was a barber and had a small room on the front side of house, complete with a barber’s  temporal pole and the secular contradiction,  that this pole represents.   Complete with a menu, inside the business and 5 cent steaks and a complete meal for 15 cents.   Changes!

The house was replete with an upstairs bedroom,  a place I regarded with reverence.  While waiting for her one day,   I heard the song,  ‘Sundown’  by Gordon Lightfoot.  I wondered about her dressing (the hormone thing).  She looked like angel coming down the stairs,  her long hair flowing and like a muse, in her habitat

She was breathtakingly beautiful,  with a pretty dress, but at the same time,  an allstar highschool basketball player.   Kind of a tomboy.  She was enamored of my athletic prowess and me,  showing off and wanting the attention that that br0ught.   And I got it.   We hung out,  like statues in motion, riding a flying carpet,  delving into Christ and happy.   It was fun and more fun than the old hymns.

One Christmas,  we cuddled in the living room,  her parents in their bedroom and we were watching the Christmas log on WWOR in NYC. We caressed each other,  mixed with kisses and mistle toe.    We were largely quiet,  knowing her parents were not far off anyhow.   But that was a seminal moment in my life.

Later in the following year,   I signed up for the Air Force and things began to change.   We were okay until the Senior Prom and that went off pretty well and this time,  she looked better than any other ,  I  often was reminded of the song,   ‘We may never pass this way again’ and I began to feel a creeping solitude and like the  snow on the TV, a lacrymose curtain signaling an ultimate,  and unhappy ending.

Ultimately,  we parted,  as my first real love,  we could not sustain this love,  over such a long distance.   Bit by bit,  like colored leaves falling and the misty mornings,  she was no longer there.   I remember the song, ‘Sorry little boy in love’.    “And every tree that I passed by, seemed to whisper, sorry little boy in love”.  The parting was an ephermal end,  but there were little teases,  where I just missed, like the Mighty Casey striking out,  with a flourish.  So close and yet so far.

But the last page,  was different.   Lately, in my dreams,  she reappears.  Like a magic wand that was waved and the tragedy that seemed to get a reprieve.     One time,  I am riding a bike,  I think,  and I see her house in a requiem and her waving at me.   I was puzzled but moved past.

And last night,  intially she resented me then, as we were stuck in a large flood in a high building, and when we could go out,  her furtive glances suggested the acrimony and hope ,  that she seemed to harbor.   Mixed messages came,  and when I came up from behind,  asked her to give me a ride on her back,  she ended on my back and the warmth of her breath and the melting ice.  We were both young again,  her with her long hair and me with a love that was unrestrained hope, and a chance to fulfill destiny.

The implied reality is couched by a seeming resentment of the changes that have ocurred to her.   Her hair now short and her body somewhat frumpy.   I don’t see her as 0ld, or ugly,  frumpy or whatever.  Regardless,  there is a pining,  that will never subside,  like a one-way  high tide.

Her pulchritude has not diminished.  Her outward self-concept has crippled her, both in dream and in reality,  I am not sure of what that reality really is.    But I know,   under the antic rug,  lies a golden chalice or bronze ring.   I will never-the-less continue in my own reality and if this comes,  all the better.

 

Magical Melodies

Our Muses,  one by one, with no excuses become faint and are swallowd up by the ether.  Two by two,     we see what was and what will be.   Those two sets of footprints, washed away in time. Overlapping sentiments.  The tired rain,  cries.  The memory however,  like stranded leaves,  just out of reach.  A mom,  gives  birth to a brother or sister.  Something else to lose.

And with the ice,  the solid c0ld, and the snow, remain inert.  Frosty prologues with a cutting fog, stares back at us.  Fondly remembering. We cannot remember the song,  but we remember the words.  Like dangling participles and a candy cane on a tree.  The smell of cookies and ginger bread and the twinkling lights,  we pine for evergeen,  under a mistletoe and stolen kisses with the taste of pink reveries.  Childhood never dies in our prime, nor in the future on a bed of pillows.   Make this season be, with poetic  flames,  spreading the best of times,  the fragrance of beginnings, and the exit, with purity reestablished.

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Amber & Tanzanite

We can only do, what we have done.   Truth born out on the terraces overlooking the ocean.   Cameras blink in Kodachrome flashes, pretty little women with sunshine and sashes.   The peacocks utterly arrayed, time for amorous clashes when the night is still young.  Amber warmth and Tanzanite dream,   the sultry shower of gentle touches,  for me is lost in the dull, dark crevice.  Gold and silver and a gawdy  necklace,  the latter seemingly to be, entirely feckless.    Twins angels, soft to one’s touch,  with tiny raindrops pinging on our arms.   Is that pure love,  in the soft flutter of butterfly wings?   All the honey as an enticement,  darkens.  Promises reneged upon and writs of notice,  like confetti,  are now, a stainless brow.  From Rice to Cynicism and Jake from State Farm,  now insidious, irreversible.

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The Cat and the bag.

Kind of ironic,  I think.  A pet,  finds happiness in a plastic bag.  She finds intrigue there.  Simple,  safe and happy.   This cat is younger than  the other cat.   Baby is everywhere I go,  she rests at the door until,  I come in.

I am not sure of who the pet really is.  She sleeps in the day,  and treats the room as a kind of ‘Disney World’.   I am sure has broken the sound barrier, as she glides across the room and making a lot of noise.   My first inclination is to tell her, to behave.  But when I ponder this,  I am happy in her noise.

She is like a light house,  esconsed on a hill,  a guidepost of what lies ahead and unconditionally  watches our for us.   She has a responsibililty to her sub,  a quiet recollection of harmony,  and I like marmalade,  adding flavor and robust reminders, through her play.  At times,  she uses her to paw,  to get my attention.  And she wants me to rest,  while she nestles next to me.  I felt her paw on my elbow,  many times,  reminding me,  of what matters most in this world.

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My other cat,  already 15,  is a bit more sedate in that regard, but man is she a sweetheart.  I swear,  she has two purr motors.  She purrs and then she seems to add a purr and loves to cuddle in my arms.  As she looks around,  I mention her name (Lacey) and her heads move over to my head, as if hugging me.  Really cute in that way.  A real lover,  happy in her affair. And this, after the redolent balm of friendship.

Two types 0f anchors,  equally good,  each with their own plastic bags, a place like a harbor, the boats and bags, coming in and out.

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