Monthly Archives: February 2019

Snow Gawkers and Cowboys

The lousy weather forecast from last week held true by Thursday. We started off dry Monday afternoon and Tuesday, but it wasn’t warm. The high on Tuesday was only 55 degrees. But we didn’t let that stop us from hopping on the Spyder and heading over to Lucky Lou’s. Tuesday was Jodi Hall’s and her sister Jackie’s birthday and a bunch of us celebrated on the patio at Lou’s. Good thing they have propane heaters out on the patio.

Happy birthday Jodi and Jackie

The overnight lows hit the low 30s – there was frost on our neighbor’s car. We braved the cold and played pickleball Wednesday morning. In the afternoon I gave lessons – it was a bit windy and cold though.

Donna made chicken tikka masala for dinner Wednesday night. It was scrumptious and I paired it with a IPA from Coronado Brewing (San Diego). This IPA is very traditional West Coast style with centennial, chinook, and columbus hops.

Chicken tikka masala
Coronado Brewing Islander IPA

By Thursday morning, the rain was coming down in force. It was cold and wet out – the high was only 50 degrees and we had the heat pumps running all day. We hunkered down and stayed indoors. Donna made a batch of chili in the slow cooker – just the thing for a cold , rainy day. Lucky for me, I had another IPA in the refrigerator – something called Scorpion Bowl from Stone Brewing that Donna picked up for me.

The rain continued through Friday and it was an even colder day as the high was only 47 degrees. Over the 48-hour period, well over two inches of rain fell in Mesa, Arizona.

Saturday the sun was back and it was dry out. The official high temperature on Saturday was only 55 degrees, but it felt warmer in the direct sun. Our friends Kim and Mike Childs picked us up around 12:30pm and we headed out Brown Road toward Apache Trail to the rodeo grounds. It was time for the 55th Annual Lost Dutchman Rodeo.

The traffic getting to the rodeo was unusually heavy. Part of the reason was the rodeo and carnival, but it was also created by a large number of people heading out toward Apache Trail to take photos of the snow on the Superstition Mountains.

Snow on the Superstition Mountains looking east from the rodeo bleachers
More snow on Four Peaks looking northeast from the rodeo bleachers

With all the rainfall, the ground was quite wet and the arena surface was mostly mud. It couldn’t have been much fun for the cowboys as they had to jump, fall or wrestle in the cold, wet mud.

Muddy arena

The bulldoggers wrestling steers to the ground came up dripping mud. One of the saddle bronc riders lost his boot as he flew out of the saddle and had to stomp around in the mud in his sock to find the boot. None of the dozen or so bull riders were able to get a qualified eight-second ride – all were thrown into the mud. I wrote about my rodeo experience a while back in this post.

I wanted to post over the weekend, but server issues at Bluehost made it impossible. I think this site was actually down for part of the weekend. It all looks to be resolved now. Today we’re expecting a more seasonable high of 71 degrees and should be in the mid-70s for the rest of the week. I’m up for that!

Tournaments and Lovebirds

In my last post, I mentioned that the Valentine’s Day pickleball tournament was cancelled. Donna and I looked forward to it as an opportunity to play as a team in a tournament. Here at Viewpoint Golf and RV Resort, they have monthly tournaments at this time of year. However, Donna and I play in different groups in these tournaments.

Pickleball players are rated from 1.0 (beginner) to 5.0 (Pro). Here at Viewpoint, they are fairly strict with their ratings – most people over-rate themselves – but that doesn’t work for long here. The powers that be will move you into a group commensurate with the expected level of play here. I think we would both be rated 0.5 higher than we are here at most places. Donna plays in the 3.0 group while I play in the 3.5 group.

The February tournament was held on Saturday. The play was very competitive and we played well. Donna made it through the elimination rounds and played in the championship round. She finished in second place for the 3.0 group. Likewise, I made it through to the championship round but lost and finished second in the 3.5 group.

Donna has been back for a week now and it’s flown by. I’m happy to report that the quality of my meals has improved greatly. Donna whips up meals that I wouldn’t dream of making on my own. I’m just not that into it, although I love eating. The grill is more my forte rather than elaborate meal planning and blending of flavors. Last Thursday, Donna made cioppino for our Valentine’s Day dinner with clams, calamari, shrimp and cod. It was delicious and a real treat. She served it over chickpea spaghetti and garlicky sauteed spinach.

Cioppino

Saturday afternoon we joined friends at Mike and Jodi Hall’s place for an impromptu barbeque. We actually had a plan the night before, but things don’t always go as planned. When we left Lucky Lou’s Friday night, I planned to pick up babyback ribs and cook them on the Traeger after Saturday’s pickleball tournament. But the Safeway supermarket next door was sold out of babyback ribs. No problem I thought, I’ll get them Saturday morning after the tournament and should have ample time to smoke them.

I thought we’d be done with the tournament around 10:30am. With both of us advancing all the way to the final round, we weren’t done until noon. That ended the possibility of me smoking ribs in time to get to the Hall’s by 2:30pm. Mike Hall said not to worry, Mike Childs was bringing meat and also he had beef ribs to grill. Jeff and Chrissy Van Deren were bringing salad and guacamole. Donna made prosciutto and boursin cheese wrapped asparagus for an appetizer. Then we heard Mike Childs was under the weather, so we had to make do with what was available.

It was no problem though – there turned out to be plenty of food for all. It was fun time and we all enjoyed the company and conversation. Mike Hall and I enjoyed stogies on the back patio by the koi pond.

Donna snapped a photo of Mike and me shooting the breeze and puffing cigars

I put out another quail block last week and the birds have been flocking to our site. I’ve had quail blocks out before – I even had them years ago when we lived in this area – but I never had such a variety of birds attracted to the seed block.

We had colorful visitors at our site this weekend. A couple of weeks ago, I saw what I thought was a Central or South American conure in our orange tree. He didn’t stay long enough for me to get a positive identification. On Sunday, he returned and perched on our window sill. I was able to photograph the bird and identify as a Lovebird – it’s either a Rosy-face Lovebird or a Fischer’s Lovebird. Both birds are very similar in appearance but I think this was a Rosy-faced Lovebird due to its size.

Rosy-faced Lovebird on our window sill – photo was shot through the screen


This morning, the Lovebird returned with its mate. Unlike most bird species, Lovebirds have the same plumage whether they’re male or female.

Dove, Lovebird and Grackle at the seed block

Rosy-faced Lovebirds are indigenous to southwest Africa – Namibia and Angola. But flocks of feral birds are known to inhabit Puerto Rico, Phoenix metro area and San Diego County. The origin of these feral flocks is most likely from the pet industry – birds either escaped or were let loose.

The fickle winter weather continues in the southwest. In the photo from Saturday, you can see we have jackets on. The high was only about 60 degrees. Sunday was cool and breezy with a high in the upper 50s. We had rain overnight and today we’ll only reach the mid 50s with breezy winds again. The week ahead doesn’t look much better with cool temperatures and rain moving in again on Thursday.

Sweethearts and Sumatra

Happy Valentine’s Day. I’m not a big fan of Hallmark holidays – we don’t plan special activities or buy special candies and such. Today our plan was to play as a team together in the Viewpoint Golf and RV Resort Valentine’s Day pickleball tournament. That plan was dashed last night when I received an e-mail that the tournament had been cancelled due to inclement weather in the forecast. We heard a few raindrops on the roof of the coach at bedtime last night, but it’s dry so far this morning. The forecast and the weather radar both indicate rain on the way though.

I started our morning as usual – my morning ritual includes grinding coffee beans and making a pot of coffee. I prefer and use a burr grinder and we brew with a thermal pot so the coffee doesn’t require a heat source to stay warm. Our coffee maker brews at a high temperature – 200 to 205 degrees – and the insulated thermal pot keeps the coffee hot for a couple of hours. Keeping a pot of coffee on an external source of heat will create changes in chemistry after 40 minutes or so – the coffee often acquires a burnt, bitter taste.

We’ve been buying whole coffee beans from Costco. At the Costco we go to in San Diego, I found some of my preferred beans. I like single-source coffee beans because I know what I’m getting. Blended coffee beans can be excellent, but you have to know the blend beforehand to know if it is something you really like. My preference is dark roasted coffee of African origin like coffee from Ethiopia, Kenya or Rwanda. I also favor Indonesian coffee from Sumatra, Sulawesi or Java. By the way, when I was a kid, Sulawesi was called Celebes. Coffee flavor like wine or tobacco is greatly influenced by terroir.

Map from Lonely Planet

The Costco here in Mesa, Arizona doesn’t have any of the single-source varieties I like so I had to find an alternative. I saw whole bean coffee at Winco Foods and decided to try a pound of their Sumatra coffee beans.

Coffee from Sumatra is unique. Indonesia is the fourth largest coffee producer on the planet with most of their high-quality arabica beans grown for export. Most of the production comes from small farms – average size is only two to three acres – instead of the large plantations found in Central America. Sumatra coffee flavor is further influenced by the processing technique.

What we call coffee beans are actually the seeds found in the coffee fruit or cherries. In most places, once the cherries are picked, they’re stripped of the fruit and laid out to dry in the sun to reach a moisture content of 11% or so. In Sumatra this isn’t possible because it rains daily. There they take the the skin off the cherries, but leave the mucilage on the seed. They’ll lay the fruits out on a covered patio or cover them with a tarp if it’s raining. Later they wash the mucilage and ship the beans through cooperatives with other farmers in the area at a moisture content of around 50%.

The broker or exporter completes the drying process by running the beans through a machine that strips the remaining tissues from the seed called parchment and creating friction to dry what is now called a coffee bean. This lengthy period of high moisture and unique fermentation creates a coffee unlike any other. I’m told Sumatra coffee is a “love it or hate it” affair. Donna and I love it. It has a sweet, earthy flavor and is very full-bodied with low acidity. This morning, I brewed the Sumatra that I bought at Winco and we both agree it’s a winner.

It’s still dry outside as I type this at 10am, but the radar shows rain is coming from the west-southwest. The forecast calls for rain overnight before we have dry days again, but the temperature will be below normal with the highs in the 60s tomorrow and Saturday but we might not even reach 60 degrees next week.

Block Party

Another week without Donna has gone by. It seems like she’s been away forever. It has changed up my daily routine. I still start the mornings with breakfast, coffee and pickleball. But from there, I don’t have as much leisure time. I clean Ozark the cat’s litter box, sweep the floor, do dishes, make my meals and I’ve done a few loads of laundry. It certainly gives me a greater appreciation for all the things Donna usually does on a daily basis.

I still break away on Thursday and Friday afternoon for happy hour at Lucky Lou’s. A cold one on the patio while Mike Hall and I puff cigars is a good break from the daily routine.

Locally brewed pint of Four Peaks Kiltlifter on Lucky Lou’s patio

Last week, a cold snap moved in – it’s central Arizona’s version of an arctic blast. The daily high only reached the upper 50s and I saw frost on my neighbor’s car Thursday and Friday morning. I know in many parts of the country there isn’t much sympathy for this weather at this time of year, but in Arizona, it feels chilly.

The cold mornings have the quail attacking the seed block early and often and the hummingbirds frequent their feeder. They need the energy after spending a cold night. The seed block I bought was intended for the Gambel’s quail in the area, but a host of birds have discovered it. There are large flocks of sparrows and a few thrashers – even grackles are coming and they’re quickly decimating the 14-pound block of seed. They are also leaving a bit of a mess on our patio. I think I’ll place the next block at the rear of our cargo trailer in the gravel area.

Gambel’s quail heading into our site

On Sunday, a group of people at the end of our street organized a party for everyone on the 5200 row. Donna purchased tickets for us weeks ago. The $5 ticket included food and they had music set up and some games and prizes. Of course, Donna had to miss out but I went anyway. The change in diet was good – I’ve been on a pretty limited variety in my meals since Donna’s been gone. Being married to Donna for almost 13 years has eroded my culinary skill and motivation. Before I married Donna, I was a bachelor for five years and I did a lot of cooking. I wasn’t ever as good a cook as Donna, but I did okay.

5200 row party

With the large number of sites here at Viewpoint Golf and RV Resort, there is always something going on. Snowbirds often organize parties for guests from their home area – for example, I’ve seen signs lately announcing a party for people from Idaho, Oregon and Washington. The management also has scheduled activities such as concerts in the ballroom and weekly outdoor concerts on Wednesday and Friday. And there’s always golf, tennis, pickleball and the swimming pools here too.

The weather for the week ahead looks good with a return to daily highs of 70 degrees or more. The real good news is Donna’s returning from her emergency trip to San Diego this afternoon – Yay!

Oranges and Birds

I added an edit to last week’s post when Donna told me Sheila’s surgery was moved ahead of the schedule. The surgery went as expected, but Sheila wasn’t discharged from the hospital until Thursday. She’s not mobile, so Donna has been her nursemaid, cook and is running errands for her. I don’t know at this point how long Donna will be needed – I’m guessing another week.

Meanwhile I’ve been keeping busy mostly with domestic chores. I’m not the meal planner or cook that Donna is, but I did some grocery shopping and pre-cooked chicken thighs on the grill to have on hand to use in simple lunch or dinner plates.

Wednesday I taught my first pickleball lesson. The lead instructor, Lorraine, gave me an overview of the day’s objectives and I took it from there. It went well and I had fun doing it. The class ran long – over an hour and a half. I’ll keep giving the weekly lessons while we’re here.

Most of the sites here at Viewpoint Golf and RV Resort have citrus trees – lots of orange trees with some grapefruit. The orange tree in our site is overgrown and unruly. We asked one of the groundskeepers about having it trimmed. She said they trim the trees every year in late February or March. Well, we were in this site last year in February, March and even early April – it didn’t get trimmed. We’ll see if they get to it this year. Our overgrown tree is loaded with oranges. Normally I would think this is a good thing, but here’s the rub. The oranges are sour and inedible!

Loaded with oranges

Lots of birds come to the tree during the day and a few of them pick at the fruit. Ozark the cat loves to watch them. I put a quail block out to feed the birds and it attracts lots of Gambel’s quail along with doves, sparrows, wrens and even flickers. The quail block is basically a variety of seeds pressed into a block with molasses. I put it under the front of the cargo trailer in our site to give the birds some security and to shelter the block from the weather.

Sparrows and a quail at the block
A covey of Gambel’s quail this morning

Speaking of weather, rain moved in the area late last night and it continued to rain this morning. You can see the wet concrete pad in the photo above. We’ve had a great run of warm weather and clear skies this week with the high temperatures in the low 70s and overnight lows in the 50s. The week ahead looks much cooler – we may struggle to reach 60 by mid-week.

I didn’t make any plans for the Superbowl this evening. I’ll probably watch it with a few snacks and an IPA or two. My only interest in the game is to see if I win anything in the pool I entered. I don’t care much about the teams – I’m really dissatisfied with the way the NFL handled the playoff games. I don’t think either team earned their way into the Superbowl.