Coffee heat rising

Dim Light on the Horizon?

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Okay, this afternoon the weirdly spavined back has decided to act a little better.

Why, I do not know. Time and the river flowing, I imagine.

This is the first time in three weeks or so that the pain has slacked off a bit. At any rate, it does offer SOME hope that this little frolick will settle down and go away.

My gawd: it has hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, and HURT some more, day in and day out over the past several weeks. Can’t even imagine what I did to myself: must have slept cattywampus one night and wrenched something back there.

Anyway: patientia! 

If it actually is healing on its own, it’s doing so very, very slowly. So if I’m to gut this out, just let it get done and go away, it probably will take another two to four weeks to reach a fully, magnificently pain-free state. Hmmm…matter of fact, these folks say it can take up to six weeks for a back sprain to heal.

Uh huh…that sounds like it’s about par for my course.

So…figure we’ll give it another three weeks or so before having (yet again!!!) recourse to the Mayo Clinic, with its hour-long drive (each way) and its arrogant doctors who treat you like you have an IQ in the negative numbers..

{sigh}  I just hate going to doctors. And especially am repelled by the Mayo.

Yeah: they ARE among the best…indeed, they may be THE best. But gawdlmighty, the custom of peering down their noses at you is about as annoying as it gets. Drive half your life…to see a doctor who behaves as if she thinks you’re a step removed from a moron.

Well, if the thing continues to improve, maybe we can avoid another encounter with God’s Greatest Gift to Half-witted Patients. We shall see…

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Here we are in Coyote Hell again. 

Actually…I get a kick out of the coyotes and do not consider their presence to be Hell-making. But ooooh my, how they terrorize the local gringos. Get on the neighborhood Facebook Page and it’s oooohhhh eeeeeek aaaaawkkkk eeeeek ohhhhhh!!@!!! Squalls of terror from all directions.

Humans sure are stupid, aren’t they? Especially the ones that live in cities…  😀 Nary a one of our FB correspondents seems to register that a coyote is more scared of you than you are of it.

Just now — the loveliest cool of the day, when Mr. Coyote is likely to be out taking the morning air, I would not leave Ruby to roam the backyard alone. She is, after all, a tempting little morsel.

But let the heat come up, and Mr. Coyote will repair to the shade of the shrubbery and the trees. And he will not bestir himself to chase after a ludicrous thing like a corgi.

Wonder-Cleaning Lady is here. She likes to have the back door open while she’s working. So Ruby is out on the patio, loafing in the shade. For the nonce, none of her wild cousins are visiting, and so I reckon she’s safe enough. Hope so, because just now I’m altogether too lazy to get up and establish myself out there.

Mmmmm…. I figure the best thing about pain is that it reminds you that you’re alive. And just now, by damn, I am SOOOO ALIVE! 

The spavined right hip joint is particularly lively… HOleee shit, does that hurt!

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Just now, if I were a responsible human bean, I’d get off my duff and stroll over to one of the three(!!!) grocery stores within reasonable walking distance. But really, I do suspect that I’d find myself crippled by the time I got halfway to the nearest one.

{heh} Good excuse, ain’t it? 😀

I may ask WC-L to drive me over to the Sprouts or the Albertson’s.

Or maybe not.

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What a weird thing it is, to realize that now — today, here in Two Thousand and Aught-Twenty-Six — I cannot remember off-hand what I wanted to buy at the grocer’s. Am I that superannuated, that worn-out that I can’t remember a grocery list of two or three items????  AUGH!

😀

When I first moved into the “Hood,” lo! these decades ago, I was a young pup surrounded by aging, long-time North Central Avenue residents. Now I’m the Old Bat — the historical relic — and all the neighbors look like they were born about ten days ago.

And oh! How can you not love them! Our beautiful young people: the handsome young marrieds, their adorable children…gosh, what a joy!

I wonder if the old ladies who lived here when I moved in — the dignified and historically experienced Mrs. Wilson, the lively and eccentric Fran, the great old gals on the street behind us — enjoyed us as much, when we moved in here as a wave of Yuppies.

Oh, well. I’m old now. Tomorrow they will be. So it goes.

Riding the Wagon

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Decided to climb on the wagon for a few days…horrors!  😀

Seriously: I no longer sit around tippling half the afternoon, as DXH and I used to do — and later, SDXB and I did. This grating abstinence cuts the wine consumption to about a bottle a week. Which for us…ain’t much.

Still…of late, even that seems rather more than necessary.

For one thing, recently I’ve noticed that I spend an awful lot on booze — mostly wine. But realized…uhm….hey! I ain’t drinking any more than I have in the past.

This suggests either that the cost of booze has gone up hugely in recent weeks or months, OR that my booze-lapping has gone up.

Truth to tell, I can’t tell that I’m drinking a whole lot more than I ever have: a glass or two a day. Matter of fact: if anything, I seem to be drinking less than the usual guzzle-fest. So...hmmm…. that suggests the cost of wine and beer has headed for the stratosphere.

Well! What better excuse to get off the sauce than to launch into Full Cheapskate Mode? 😀

As of this week, we are not diddling away any cash on wine, beer, or whiskey. And you wanna know what? for unknown reasons, I find I don’t miss it!

And THAT is weird. In the past, when I’ve resolved to climb on the wagon, I’ve truly hated it: am so accustomed to a glass or two of wine or a cocktail late in the afternoon, that I have a booze insufficiency fit before dinnertime! 😀

That’s not happening this time around, though. Dunno why, but I’m finding I don’t especially want a drink during the usual cocktail hour, and I don’t miss it. 

And that is weird.

Well: I ain’t fighting it! If I can get off the sauce and stay off for several weeks, I would be able to reset my cocktail habits to a much more conservative level. Or maybe even eliminate them.

The House on the Park

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Every time Ruby and I head out into the’ Hood and circumnavigate the park, we pass a house that makes me think We need to move out of this place! 

It’s a beautiful house: two stories, facing right on the park. About as upscale as you can get.

But…

A friend of mine was living there with her husband. They were high-school teachers: quiet, conservative types. One day they answered the door when somebody jangled the doorbell.

Two guys were out on the front stoop. They shoved their way into the house, grabbed my friends, tied them up, dragged them upstairs, and threw them into a bathtub. There the two resided, in terror, while the home invaders ransacked their house.

Eventually the thugs exited and my friends managed to work themselves free of their bonds.

Not surprisingly, said friends promptly sold that house and moved as far away as they could get while still remaining in the Valley.

And THAT is why I think I should follow them out of these parts.

Yeah. I mentioned that thought to a cop who was working the crime scene that day. And he said, “Don’t do that! We come to these things all the time: almost every day, all over the Valley. You can’t move away from it.”

Jayzuz!

Well, I figure he should know what he’s talking about, and so I did follow his advice and stayed put.

Still: it gives me the willies.

What a critter the human is! What a society we live in!

Speaking of the which: here we have R-O-O-O-O-A-R! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!! 

Cop helicopter blasts in. Takes up his position over the neighborhood just to the north of us. And charges back and forth, forth and back, back and forth…roar roar roar! 

Get up. Close and double-lock all the doors.

keeerap! Am I tired of this!!!!! 

Trouble is…like the cop said: You can’t get away from it. 

Eeeeek! What NEXT, Lord?

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So here’s the Human: loafing in its easy chair, swilling coffee, and munching chocolate. And there’s the Dawg: squirreling around with something on the floor.

Human takes a swiggle of coffee and a closer look, and…and…

HOOOLEEE maquerel! That something is a SCORPION. 

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fe/Scorpion_Photograph_By_Shantanu_Kuveskar.jpgIncredibly, it hasn’t yet launched its defenses against the Dawg.

IS there REALLY never a dull goddam moment?
And why th’Hell NOT????

Human leaps up, chases the dog off, grabs an old jar and a piece of stiff paper.

Into the glassware with the little guy, lidded in with the paper slab.

What an amazing and wonderful creature!  Looks like something that came straight from some Age Before the Dinosaurs.

So we carry the little guy through the garage and out the door, way into the front yard. Down by the street, as far from the Shack as possible. Gently, carefully let him out into the gravel beneath one of the trees.

Now, if you were God, what on earth (or in Heaven) would persuade you to create such a strange little beast?

Kinda mystifies me: I could never imagine how to put such an animal together.

Presumably, that’s why I’m not God, eh? 😉

Life in the Desert: Hazards Thereof

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The heavy-duty steel screen door is closed and locked…interior door open to let in some fresh air and let Ruby peer out.

WHAT a goddam place we live in, where you dare not leave the kitchen door open while you putter around the house! Ruby the Corgi, of course, would make a ruckus if someone tried to enter…but by then it would be too late for the human.

Some bastards nabbed a woman out of her home near Tucson the other day. She’s been gone the better part of a month. No knows what happened to her…though presumably the puddle of blood outside her door is not a good sign.

I really should keep a pistol at hand. But…ugh! That is just NOT my style. I don’t want a gun laying around, thankyouverymuch! No, not even in a house where no kids hang out.

Really, though…I suppose it isn’t safe to be loafing in your family room totally unarmed. Bad idea.

Well, it’s something to think about. Something tiresome to think about….

Because we live in a hectic part of the city, one thing we don’t have to fret about here is rattlesnakes. In some precincts, that is an issue.

Oh well… In other sylvan precincts: it’s off to the physical therapists tonight. Ugh! Another feature of life in the big city that I could do without.

Oh, well. This evening the hip HURTS with a vengeance. So that means I’ll be able to point the therapist right to the vicinity where it hurts. Then with that detail in mind, maybe they’ll be able to show me how to beat it back.

Very, very tired of hurting….

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YIPE!  Cop copter just roared over. Goodie… 

Mercifully, he roared on up the way…by now is several miles distant. That, presumably, means the perp is not outside the back door.

Ruby the Corgi is in full loaf mode, which presumably signals that she doesn’t hear or sense anyone around. A dog, unfortunately, is not a 100% burglar alarm. But she’s better than the human, anyway. About 2/3 to 3/4 of the time, she’ll alert me if anything is up.

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Ah! Here’s my Hero on the phone: calling to say he’s on his way over here to pick me up and tote me to the physical therapists.

Isn’t that nice! Really, there’s no way I could get there other than in a cab, if he weren’t hauling me around. <3

I do hurt too much to drive a car just now.

Uh oh… Here he is!!