Coffee heat rising

Out the Door Again….

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…And into the swampy morning. Ugh!!!! Is it ever HOT and WET and STICKY out there!

But we managed to make a circumambulation of the garden spot that is our neighborhood.

Walked by SDXB’s old house. The city GAVE it to a woman who was dispossessed of her own home by construction of an airport runway. As you might imagine, she seems kinda uncomfortable here in Upper Middle America: basically she hides inside her house. Ring the doorbell, and she won’t come out.

She will, however, purloin any packages that Amazon leaves there mistakenly. The street number is the same as mine, AND the road name is almost identical: Lane instead of Way. Even when I enter an extra line in my address for Amazon, reading “WAY, NOT LANE!” they still deliver things to her place.

Guess what I should do is have Amazon purchases delivered to my son’s house. But…what would be the point of that?  If I have to drive to his place to buy something, I might as well just walk across Main Drag West to buy it.

{sigh} Sure do wish SDXB were still living here in the ’Hood. He moved to Sun City, where he’s living (I think…some question about that) happily ever after. He quickly picked up a new girlfriend out there…meaning she’s the one who has to take care of him in what apparently is his final illness.

I’ve lived in Sun City. Hated it! Wouldn’t go back there on a bet. Not if you paid me!

  • The jet engine racket from nearby Luke Air Force Base defies belief.
  • So does the level of Hate among the locals.
  • At the time I was there, they didn’t have a decent grocery store. If frozen crap and junk food appealed, you were fine. But if you wanted fresh veggies and meat: fuggedaboudit.
  • It’s a long, LONG way from where my son lives. I’d hardly ever see him if I moved out there.
  • The houses are cheaply built. You, too, can air-condition the Great Outdoors!

The ‘Hood is centrally located, on the high end of the upscale North Central section of lovely uptown Phoenix, bordered on two sides by dire slums.

Hmmmm…looks like our software is hanging. So: outta here! 

Thank Goodness for Amazon!

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Saudi-style weather: Hot, wet, sticky. Eighty-four degrees right now, at 7:20 in the morning: 105 predicted.

Out the door with the corgi, at dawn’s early light. Everyone else has the same idea: we have to circumvent the park to evade the potential dog fights.

Cleaning lady on her way this morning. That….

wait wait wait! It’s not the cleaning lady! WonderAccountant (who lives across the street, BTW) reports that her understanding is the woman who is supposed to show up is more on the order of a babysitter…hired by Dear Son.

Ohhhhh gooooodie…  

Just what I need: someone new to poke her nose into my business…

Mwa ha ha! Today, what we’ll have her poke her nose into is a grueling trip to Sprouts!  Poor babe….

Seriously: I need a few grocery items, but not enough to justify trudging block after block through 100-degree heat. If any such person does show up, what we’ll do right off the bat is put her up to schlepping around.

Hmmmmm……  Along that line, d’you suppose Sprouts delivers? If it does…how does one engineer that?

Hmmmmm….. They do deliver, but….the process to order up stuff is brain-banging. And it’s not clear that they deliver in this area.

Anyway, I can order up the dawg food from Amazon. Fresh groceries: apparently not so much.

Well. Let’s see if the proposed woman shows up here. If she does, first thing we do to make her crazy is ask her to schlep us over to the Sprouts. From there: straight downhill, the poor child!

😀

 

Lunch at the ‘Que…

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Got a steak and an ear of corn on the grill. But.. WTF? They don’t seem to be cooking!

It is horrifically hot out there in the backyard. The meat and corn oughta cook by themselves: just set ém out on the back table, eh? But they’re hardly browning…surely not charring, that’s for sure!

Hm. The grill is on. There’s plenty of propane. But it’s barely running.

Guess I’ll have to put this stuff on the stove to cook. Then call the BBQ guy to come fix…whatever’s wrong with it.

Goodie! Just what I wanted to do on a 100-degree day!

Back in the Hubs…

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What was that I was mumbling yesterday, about the Hubs of Hades?  HOLEEE doggerel! It’s not even 10 a.m. this morning, and it’s so hot out there you can hardly breathe.

Ruby and I: just back from circumambulating the park. For a change, not many fellow morons were out there, so most of the time we had the place to ourself.

Now…would you WANT it to yourself?

Questionable! 😀

Seriously: it’s hotter than a by-gawd out there: has been since we turned out of the sack around 7:00 a.m. Just short of 10:00 a.m. now…waaayyyy too long to lurk in the Arizona heat.

Ohhh well! Heat and humidity notwithstanding, it is SUCH a beautiful neighborhood. That park: it defies belief. Green green, green green grass. Lovely shade trees. Young parents rolling their infants around in strollers. Dogs frolicking about, chasing after balls and Frisbees. Wild birds visiting. Kids playing.

And right there: THAT is why I do not…do not…DO NOT want to be hauled off to the old-folks’ prison that is the Beatitudes. It’s such a joy to stroll over and watch the locals take in the pleasure of the park. How, in the name of God, am I going to avoid being dragged away from here?

Well, my house is a bit of a joy, too. If I weren’t too lazy to stumble into the backyard, I could plunge into the pool right now. Mounds of frilly cat’s-claw vines climb the cinderblock walls, blocking passers-by from peering in…and making it possible and safe for me to skinny-dip in my backyard. The neighbor’s wonderful kids play in their backyard, laughing and hollering and carrying on.

If my act were even faintly together this morning, I’d walk over to the Sprouts or down to the Albertson’s, there to pick up a few groceries.

But in the absence of a together act…I think not. Nothing on that list is an emergency. Ruby and I will continue loafing this morning — practice makes perfect, after all. Tomorrow I’ll skip the doggy-frolics and raid the nearest grocery store…BEFORE the heat comes up!

Or…hmmm… Maybe not. We now have an Uber driver living right across the street. In theory, I could put him up to driving me to a store. Or not: that sounds like work.

Let us think about that…for the next few hours…. 😀

Hotter’n the Hubs!

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Wunderground claims the temperature here in lovely uptown Phoenix is a balmy 93 degrees.

Hah! They must be CRAZY! The thermometer on the back porch reads HOT HOT HOT!

Hmmm…actually, it says 93 degrees. Yep. Right there in the shade. Barely on the high side of warm….

Must be a little humid today. Hmmmm…12 percent. That’s not bad.

Whatever: if feels hotter than hot out there.

Just got back from a stroll around the park. Thought I was gunna damn near melt before the Funny Farm’s front façade loomed into view. Good thing I didn’t take the little dawg with me. That asphalt pavement would have singed her feet right off.

Actually: I would have had to pick her up and carry across each road. Neither option much fun!

Guess I’d rather be in San Francisco….

Yeah. Today, so we’re told, we’d be looking at a high of 62 and a low of 52 there. Partly cloudy tonight. Tomorrow: Sunny, with a high of 66 and a low of 53. Looks like they expect that to be pretty consistent all week. With rain, off & on.

Rain? Rain??? Whazzaat?

Loafing through the past many hours, I haven’t done the main projected task of the day:  Wanted to run by the young lawyer’s office up by the El Rancho supermarket. The plan is to review the croak-over plans to be sure M’hijito gets Everything….and then some.

Seriously: I want him to get everything I own, with as close to zero hassle as possible. This will include real estate holdings as well as cash dollars and such. Not complicated — at least, I don’t think so. But I figure we’d better be sure everything is set up correctly.

Gawdlmighty, I hate this bureaucratic BS. But guess there’s no way around it.

At any rate, I spavined my left heel this morning. Hurts like the dickens. So…that lets out strolling up to the next big intersection and hiking around the shops there in search of Young Lawyer. If my son hadn’t made off with my car, I’d still be able to set up this part of his inheritance. But…hey…ya get what you ask for, eh? 😉

The car won’t make up for the jillion bucks in cash. But…it’ll be something. I guess. 😀