Holy Sh...! It's Cold

Bond Angle operations are temporarily derailed by the historic winter storm in Texas, but we are luckier than many. At least the dogs are happy. Dolly—not so much.

My horse Dolly is not a fan of the historic winter storm sweeping across our home in Texas, bringing historically low temperatures and heaping stacks of snow where it’s plainly not welcome.

Here at Bond Angle’s sprawling 10-acre home office complex just north of Houston and 5-minutes from Lake Conroe, our two- and four-legged staff are experiencing cold and snow not seen in decades around here.

We’ll have another conversation some time about how and why our heavily partisan state “leadership” and our bumbling energy management commission manned by political appointees who live thousands of miles away from Texas, land of pork and cronies, were left flat-footed during a foreseeable disaster with no serviceable disaster-preparedness plans.

After all, in Chicago our snowpocalypse would be called “Monday.”

Of course, this same same band of stooges still fail to deal adequately with devastation, flooding, homelessness, and suffering following heavy rain, much less hurricanes like Harvey in 2017. Such problems are common in these parts.

In the meantime, we at Bond Angle are reasonably warm and overfed thanks to our enthusiastically loud, industrial-sized generator but subject now to depleting propane with no refill from suppliers indicated as available for the foreseeable future.

That’s because gas lines throughout Texas are so taxed the pressure has dropped to near vapors. This, incidentally, applies also to state supplies of natural gas which is a big reason why so many of our energy producing plants here have been forced to shut down.

We actually ran out of gas in TEXAS.

Meanwhile, we have water thanks to sound Bond Angle planning because we have a deep well and because we anticipated that pipes would break under such stress. In our case, a key pipe from the well to the house broke with a cowardly “oh hell no!” even before the storm hit. Miraculously, we got a plumber out almost immediately but the fix wasn’t cured in time to be trusted ahead of single-digit cold which engulfed us within hours. Now apparently it’s too risky to refill brittle, still frozen albeit empty pipes with water flow.

No worries (yet). We have plenty of bottled water, a big-o swimming pool for flush-water (that’s all I’ll say about that), and a 1-acre pond with its own water source from the well which keeps it from freezing completely so Madam Dolly can stay hydrated and the koi can stay alive,

Internet and cell phone services have proven much less reliable, however, which means Bond Angle reports planned for publishing this week are being delayed.

My sincere apologies.

Our weather-related service outages are projected to last through Friday, forecasts which seem to change hourly. Yay. Dolly, diva field jumper, groused that this kind of winter weather was why she left friggin’ Colorado.

The good news, which is always somewhere if you look, is that our more typical 70-degree mid-winter day temps are due back by Tuesday.

Until then, the dogs are out of their pea-brains with joy. Snow! Cold! Awesome.

So there’s that.