Round and round we go: through the park and over the grassy mounds and around the wee kids playing in the afternoon sun: charming, adorable, and satisfyingly playful. The kids are adorable. The teenagers pleasantly time-wasting. The little dog has a Grand Old Time. The human misses old friends who used to live in the ‘Hood but have moved on. And on. And on…
So absurdly sleepy now! Apparently loafing soaks up a lot of energy! ;-D
Spectacularly gorgeous afternoon: Pillows of fluffy cumulus clouds ride on the breeze. Behind them, the sky is a brilliant, painterly blue.
We walked past old neighbors’ homes, all of them as well preserved as if they’d been built yesterday. And hardly changed! Does NO one ever change the color of their house’s paint?
Sally’s house: still a staid landlady green…the paint in good condition. No hint that the place needs to be repainted. My old house: untouched: same colors and (so it appears) the same paint as when I lived there in another lifetime.
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Time passes…
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And now here we are at M’jito’s house.
My, it’s a nice place. Handsome Saltillo tiles throughout. Manly, heavy French doors opening out from the dining room onto the back porch. A handsomely accoutered kitchen. Oh: and don’t forget the big fish tank adorned with aquatic plants and a tribe of beautiful blue, silver, and orange residents.
LOL! He has Amazon trained to feed him various reminders. It just urged him to check the chow on the stove. 😀
The Dwelling is in a neighborhood of pretty brick homes built in the early 1950s.
LOL! Who knew there were humans dwelling the the Valley during 1951?
Seriously: this place must have been out in the country back in the Day. Today it’s a pretty neighborhood, somehow urban and suburban-looking at once.
Hmmmm… Would I like to live here myself?
Can’t say as I’d mind. Exactly.
The issue for me, though, is that these houses with their vintage construction are poorly insulated: expensive to run through the summer. Back in said Day, Phoenix residents didn’t stay here through the summer. They would own or rent places in Prescott, Payson, Flagstaff, and waypoints atop the Mogollon rim.
As Phoenix metropolitanized ( 😀 is there such a word?), developers began to build houses intended for people to live in during the entire year. Air-conditioning would still be expensive, but it wouldn’t bankrupt you. A year-round job became a practical choice.
So it goes. Now what was once a bloated small town is L.A. East. Real, serious careers are to be had. You need not own a summer home.
I tire. And so, let us move along…. <3