From the Hat

So I’m sitting here, tryin’ to do justice to the Tacotopia reputation for quality blogging.  Waiting for inspiration – a lightning bolt of creativity that will spur me into something enjoyable to write and hopefully enjoyable to read.  I guess another lightning bolt is too much to ask even though todo el mundo knows that I’ve done my fair share of provoking in the past.  What I did get is a screaming refrigerator.  It’s a small, aged thing hangin’ in there way past its prime.  It screams just often enough to let us know that it’s sick and tired of the daily grind and wants to retire.  These kinds of things run in gangs.

A lightning strike at the ranch seems to have fried a fuse in a transformer.  It’s damaged the refrigerator in the barn, the starting electronics for the well pump (and maybe the pump itself), and while all of the power leaves the pole, only half of it shows up in the barn.  This means a short buried in the earth somewhere like some cruel hidden treasure.  Thanks Thor.  The frozen, then burst pipe above what we call the Bed and Breakfast could mean that the Thunderer wasn’t alone, in fact I’m guessing both the lightning and the freeze resulted from a clandestine quicky with Skadi.  They must have arrived simultaneously because the burnt circuit kept the pump from pumping water out of the burst pipe for the couple of weeks we weren’t out there.   It’s a good thing I don’t believe in luck because I wouldn’t know whether this was an example of good luck or bad.

We got Serendipity limping along.  The cistern is full of water so we can get by for a while without the well.  We had a repairman out for the fridge and a C+note got it running again…for about a week.  We went out a couple of weeks ago to find that it was again no bueno.  Now I’m thinking that we picked up something at the ranch and brought it home.  Sunday’s preparation for Monday’s work was halted by a loud grinding noise and the smell of smoke from the washer.   Through the convenience of the Internet, and Craig’s List, Shell found a good deal and we picked it up.  The faucets behind the washer were so old, that upon being closed and opened again after installation of the washer, one of them leaked so badly that I expected a little Dutch Boy would be pounding on my door soon.  As Shell says, “It’s never easy.”  I’ll be going to Plumber’s Warehouse to get a new hopefully higher-quality faucet because the new, apparently lower-quality one I got from the home depot developed a slow leak from the handle the minute I put it on.  But at least it works and I had clean clothes for today’s taco run.

It was just the Tacoteurs today at Santa Rosa this morning.  The place is big, but cozy on a cold day.  I arrived shortly before Ian, picked a comfortable booth by the window and ordered coffee.  By the time Ian had arrived, I’d decided on the chicharrones a la Mexicana on flour and a barbacoa con cilantro y cebollas on homemade corn.  The corn tort was smaller than the flour but well-stuffed with a decent barbacoa.  The onions and cilantro were fresh and with the addition of the hot salsa, the taco was a winner.  The chicharrones in the other taco were of the airy pork-rind-in-a-bag variety.  Not my favorite kind, but dense enough to have a bite.  There was plenty of egg and again the vegetables were fresh.  The wait staff was on constant coffee patrol, ready with a good café-fresh Joe for your plastic cup. I might have to go check this place out for lunch.

$#!+, there goes the fridge again!

Salud