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Dunno if this will go online or not.

Everything I just wrote has…CRASHED.

Why? I do not know.

Get it back? Not as far as I can see.

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Dayum!!!!!!!

Let’s try to get today’s half-baked effort at a post — which has kindly been disappeared — back online.

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So, this afternoon it was off to the park with Ruby the Incredible Corgi.

My goodness, that dawg does love the park. Believe it’s the grass she worships. It certainly isn’t other dogs, whom she wishes to exterminate. Probably not other humans, whom she tries to seduce by emanating cuteness. Surely not dragging her human around there, a task that has gotta be a nuisance for even the most human-suckered hounds.

Whom gnows?

Seriously: it IS very funny how she seduces humans. The poor critters think she is, bar none, the cutest most adorable sheerly loveable critter they’ve ever seen. If she knew how to persuade them to donate funds to our credit union account, by now we’d be loafing on the beach in Tahiti.

Weather: gray, depressing. But not yet raining. My guess: unlikely to rain. Not very soon, anyhow.

Politics: stupid as iusual.

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Hit “publish”

If this doesn’t work, i fukkin; GIVE UP!

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Okay, we’re on Effort #3 to go online.

Hope for the best. I guess.

Just shading on to 6:00 p.m. Here we are, Ruby and I, back at the house after an hour’s traipse around the park. This afternoon: a PERFECT time for that journey. Skies are working on overcast. Breeze is cool. The park is chuckablock full of young people playing and practicing sports. Too much scenic fun!!!

Ruby trots right along at this time of day. At any time of day, really. But it’s especially fun late in the afternoon, because the park is over-run with young soccer players and baseball players and football players. It’s a nice, big park, all grassy: great site for hordes of practicing young athletes.

So despite the spavined hip, I managed to get in a little exercise. Ruby has returned home looking quite pleased. Skies are filling with clouds: looks like we probably dodged the rain showers by about an hour.

Our old park, the highlight of the mid-town Encanto neighorhood, was really quite lovely, too. Graced by a golf course and a couple of spacious lakes; surrounded by one of the most upscale housing tracts in the Valley.

Our houses here are neither historic nor mansion-like. But they are handsome, well maintained, and pleasant. The neighborhood feels relatively safer than Encanto; fewer stoned transients lurking around.  Not that you don’t see the occasional bum over here…but the place isn’t overrun with them.

Just now the sky is coming on to spectacularly gray: reckon it’ll rain within the next hour or two. Hm…let us check the honored Wunderground…

hmmmm… Overcast. 74% chance of rain.

Speaking of Gnus: holeeee sh!t!

Lookit this!!

See that exploding tanker? That, right there, is the kind of ship my father sailed. He was a tanker captain and pilot.

And in the holee crap! department, we have this little astonishment. Amazing that the woman got out of there in one piece.

Man, give me 110 degrees any day, over 110 mph.

And speaking of the Gnus of the Day: The Republicans are at it again. Planning to take your Social Security away from you. Two trillion bucks? Hey…who needs it, eh?

Dayum! I cannot believe I used to be an active Republican. A Goldwater Girl, even. Never again, of that you can be sure.

Looks like it rained all night! But by light of day, maybe not so much. Skies are clear and blue, except for some distant clouds. Puddles of water lay all around: on the sidewalks, in the streets, in the park. Ruby, as usual, is beside herself with Dawg Joy to get out of the house and circumnavigate the park. The Human: not so much.

It’s nose-running cold out there. I’ve done something unknown to my right hip, which hurts like Hell — not  a circumstance that makes one feel thrilled about being dragged a mile and a half around the ‘Hood.

But presumably because of the rain, the place was not completely overrun by morons and their dogs.

Why ARE people sooooo idiotic about dogs? The fantasy that your dog is somehow like your kid is one of the stupidest things… Dammit, folks! Your dog is NOT you little “fur-baby”. It’s a highly evolved wolf, whose instinct is to clear the area of potential threats and nuisances to its pack.

Because this concept is beyond the locals’ comprehension, any time you take off during the Doggy Hour, you’re going to run into some idiot who bounds up to you cooing don’t worry! they just wanna plaaaayyyy.

Uh huh. If removing your dog’s head is your idea of “play,” sure: she just wants to plaaayyyyyy.

God, I’m sick of stupid.

Aggravating that mood disorder: somehow I spavined a hip. Every step hurts like Hell — and getting dragged along for every step doesn’t help.

grrrrrrrrr…. Actually, the hip phenomenon is getting better. It’s noticeably improved over yesterday. So…I figure I must have just pulled a muscle.

Meanwhile, the jet engine noise is ROOOOARRRRING away. But not, oddly, from the Sun City area in the West Valley. This morning the racket is echoing down from the north: the Moon Valley area.

That must please the locals no end.

One of my dearest friends bought a house up there. I almost followed suit. Luckily, though, because I volunteered to help her and her husband with the painting and repairs before they moved in, I got a real good look at how cheaply built those places are. Cheesiest construction you’ve ever seen. So…I stayed here, and have not regretted it.

Far as I can see, there really is no place in the Phoenix area that’s reasonably quiet. Not even the tomb-like Sun City/Youngtown, thanks to that air base.

Welp…better get up and fix some breakfast, before I faint dead away. Enough’s enough. I guess.