- Cazadores ... Mexican Restaurant
- Whoopie! We all gonna die ... Covid
- Ashes keep falling: Fires
- How fast should we drive? Kids these days
- JacobyCreek, the rodent-hunting feline
- Problems we hadn't thought about yet. So Elk
We stop here from time to time. I'm putting a link to some website that has info about the restaurant, but I couldn't find a website belonging to the restaurant. Added bonus, site is 101things.com, with
this section being on Brookings area Oregon and Del Norte County, CA I found a Facebook site for Cazadores and it had a link to a cazadores.com site that is ... a tequila company. Related? I don't know.
They were takeout only for about a year, glad to be dining in as I am not fond of aluminum foil as pat of my cuisine. (Though they do pack their to-go orders quite well.)
Well, like all the restaurants here, employees are hard to come by. But the ones we meet here are always nice. They've got a place in Brookings, OR about 25 miles north, been there too. It's a
nice drive, but just like everywhere on the 101 here in North Coast area, you can expect to wait on one way traffic around road work or roadway maintenance. So, nice dinner Cazadores on Northcrest Dr., thanks!
And not related to anything north coast, except insofar as I run my website from here, yikes, what a week. I've been clamping down on IPs for about a month, I must have banned 1 billion or so. If you happen
to be reading this, congratulations, I apparently don't think your IP is from a VPN, cloud service, SEO bot, hacker, or whatever. I may be wrong.
My hosting company moved my site to a new server and a new IP just to keep life interesting. Broke my email and my RSS news reader. Fairly easy to fix the email connection -- but apparently there is a fatal
flaw in the 5.x PHP install. In any event, my news reader doesn't work any more, so I have no idea what is going on in the world. (At Cazadores, the staff is wearing masks, the customers aren't. There has been
smoke in the air on and off from the fires to the east -- we're not in danger -- depending upon the way the wind is trending. And that's about what I know about the world right now.) But, I have been
writing a new rss reader, more "user friendly" - if the user is me - and less resource intensive. Though I have enjoyed Selfoss for a long time. Let me say one thing ... rss is fairly easy to parse and atom feeds
not so much. Grrr...
Lastly, I would like to note that I just read the August 26, 2021 "GUIDANCE FROM THE DEL NORTE COUNTY PUBLIC HEALTH OFFICER". Shout out to Aaron Stutz MD FAAEM, Del Norte County Health Officer, 'cause
in my opinion, this is the way to do it. Geez, it's been an awful year 1/2+.
So, apparently, the really bad year is morphing into the really bad decade. I hate to let the cat out of the bag, but Crescent City's a pretty good place to ride it out.
At 53% unvaccinated, a large bunch of us pretty much don't care, I guess. Or, are resigned to Pain followed by Death, but whatcha gonna do? At least we have some casinos and good microbrews. I avoided
the Del Norte Fair, just in case.
"Cases", according to the Del Norte dashboard, have increased significantly. But, does anyone know what a "case" is? I have yet to see a set of data that also publishes the CT (cycle threshold), and
without that info, who knows what ya got, if anything. There have apparently been a total of 33 hospitalizations, of which 20 are currently in the hospital, meaning about 2/3rds of those hospitalized are
presently in the hospital. (Although yesterday the total was also 33, but the "current" number was only 17.) "Deaths" have seemed to remain steady at 10 for a really long time. While the last year+ plus stats
may not be representative of the evolving trend, it would appear if a Del Norter ends up in the hospital from/with/visiting Covid, that Del Norter has a 30% chance of never coming home.
I would not call those "good odds", though "better than even." (When you get the medical bills you are going to die of immediate cardiac arrest, anyway. Maybe that is why 10 of the 33 didn't make it?)
Let's dig deeper into our analysis: 1769 of 1972 positives "got better," which is a 90% "survival rate", with a couple hundred "active cases" hanging in the limbo. But then again, only 10 of 1972 have actually died
so far, which is a .5% mortality rate. So, if a third of the hospitalized cases die (7) we will be at 17/1972, still under 1%. Meaning, survival rate is between 90% and 99.5%. We don't know anything
about the age/health/co-morbidities/living arrangements of those that passed away, which would be pretty helpful personal guidance. We do know the median age of the 1972 positives has been 38 y/o ... (so
maybe I am too old to get it!) Well, lol.
I've always told clients, if "10%" happens to you, it's going to feel a whole lot like "100%", so not all estimates are comforting. But heck, doctors explain procedures to me I should have "and only 15% have problems,"
like that's a "good" number. The medical profession seems to have a sliding scale when it comes to analyzing my acceptable/recommended risk level.
More facts they are not telling us: how many of these positives are also vaccinated? I personally know of "1" at least. Probably none of the 10 who have passed on were mRNA injected, because I think "10" has been
the number since before there was a significant effort to vaxx people. Of the 3 people I personally know who have had Covid-19, none were in Del Norte county, one was vaxxed, one was not vaxxed and one
was a baby. Nobody died, nobody was hospitalized. I know "of" a couple additional positives. (By that, I mean people I don't know, but someone I do know mentioned them.) I think both vaxxed.
On the other side of the ledger, none of the vaxxed people I know has died or had a serious reaction. So, it seems there is a lot of "fear inflation" whichever way you look. Fortunately, I don't
know very many people, so my personal dataset is tiny. That also means my personal circle of people who might give me Covid is pretty tiny, too. Yay for Del Norte County! I don't know anyone!
Continuing our walk through statistics lane, 312 were struck "positive" in the last 14 days. So, 312*26=8112/27000 (see what I did there?) means at the present trend (if not a "summer peak") a third of us
who ain't got it, will test positive by this time next year. So, this makes my brain hurt, but let's see 30% risk to get it this year; and if I do, .5% risk of death, isn't that a .15% chance of being
dead this time next year? I think I have scarier risks in my life than this. Let's say, 30% * .02 risk of being hospitalized, so .6% ... I think I have more risk than that of falling off a ladder and
getting hospitalized. In the next year. Stastically speaking.
All this smoke from forest fires can't be helpful, considering covid-death is a pulmonary disease. But how will I know if it is "smoky air" or "covid" when I get a scratchy throat and start coughing?
As I say, we have some casinos and good microbrews ...
This time last year the sky was a weird overcast color, and the sun was an orange blog. This year ... same thing. For quite a while, the forest fire smoke was blowing to the East
(or somewhere not here) but now it's clouding the sky ... again. Drat. Plus, you can feel that light dusting of ash on everything.
But, unlike everywhere else, temperatures are hovering around 70 deg F. So, we're ok in our little backwater place.
For now. And if the roads don't fall into the ocean, get covered over by landslides or overwhelmed by fires. When that happens, well ...
I was coming home from town, puttering along at the speed limit (as I always do), when a pickup truck came screaming up behind me. Obviously, the driver felt it was immoral
to be driving the actual speed limit and that I was a serious impediment to his life. In addition, across the intersection, the speed limit goes up from 40 mph to 50 mph,
so he needed to push me on that, as well. So, he was super, double-irritated that I began to slow down.
I began to slow down because my driveway is just passed the intersection. And, yes (in case you are wondering), I put on my turn signal, I always do.
So, he leaned on the horn and came as close to my bumper as he could without hitting me. Then, he went screaming past me in the
turn lane (which was available to him the entire time, anyway.) We maybe made mutual not-too-friendly gestures as he went roaring past (and
then cut me off at the front, as well ... though it was a fairly meaning less "cut-off", since I was slowing down a whole lot more
to make my turn).
Not satisfied with being a road terrorist, and apparently not being in all that much of a hurry to get somewhere, he pulled to the shoulder, backed up aways to my driveway
and backed into my driveway. Meanwhile, I had gotten out to open the gate. He leaped out of his car intending to ... what?
About that time he saw me, and it apparently occurred to him that physically attacking me was not going to impress his passenger (or anyone)
due to the fact I was no doubt roughly the age of his grandfather. He shouted at me that I was, "an old man" -- much to my surprise, I might add,
because prior to that moment I had been under the impression I was roughly 30ish or so. He, on the other hand, looked entirely like a teenager to me,
though everyone under 30 looks like a teenager to me and I am always surprised to find out otherwise.
He lectured me on his opinion as to how many feet prior to a turn it was required to signal. Apparently, for him turn signals, and the precise distance of signalling, were
very important rules of the road. As opposed to, say, the posted speed limit, which is apparently advisory at best. I suppose under his interpretation, he and the drivers
in front of him are for the most part required to ignore the speed limit except in inclement weather and the like.
At least my wife did not have to call 911 or watch me die in front of her, as might have happened if he had decided to shoot me, shank me, or whatever.
You have to count your blessings.
When we first got Jacoby, the rodent hunting feline, my wife asked me what we should name him. I said, "Well, if I were naming him, I would call him
'JacobyCreek' after the creek." She said ok, and that's what we did.
A month or so went by, and my wife said one day, "the creek is Jordan Creek, not Jacoby Creek." I said, "I know, why?" She said, "You named him JacobyCreek ... after the creek.
But, it's Jordan Creek."
I said that JordanCreek doesn't sound like a very good name for a cat, and that's how we left it.
There is, btw, a Jordy Creek down by Arcata. In case Jordy ever wants to know where his name came from.
Last night, there was a lot of thrashing, banging and crunching in the dark, over by the falling down barn. My wife and I said, "Hmmm. The elk must be eating apples (and the apple tree)." We were, of course, right.
This morning, I found broken apple tree branches, and apples strewn about. Messy consumers, if you ask me.
I looked up rodent images. Looks like I was right, Jacoby has been following my instructions and catching the gophers.