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Yuch! Another Tuesday

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HORRORS. Today is Tuesday. 

That means this evening is soaked up and f**ked up by the endlessly annoying weekly physical therapy session.

hup hup jump jump roll roll hup hup groan moan hate hate HATE. Boyoboy, do I hate the physical therapy sideshows. 

Not that they hurt. They don’t, especially. But that they are…

  • boring
  • pointless
  • useless (they do nothing for the pain: all that works there is time)
  • endlessly reminiscent of the annoying PE classes that used to aggravate me no end in junior high and high school
  • time suck for my son, who ends up sitting around there for two hours waiting for them to release me
  • and a fukkin waste of time

What is working on the injured limb is
a) the passage of time; and
b) careful, steady, NORMAL use of the joint in walking, sitting, climbing, and whatnot.

For those two obvious, very stupid reasons, the time waste feels even MORE annoying than it normally would

Hmmmm… Almost 6:20. No sign of my excellent son. Maybe I have the wrong day?

One can only hope.

Let us traipse to the back room and look at the old-fashioned paper wall calendar…

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Hmmm…uh huh! I have that we were supposed to be there at 5:30.

It’s 5:23 now: so saith the MacBook. Maybe it was that Mijito was to pick me up at 5;30. That would get us to Nuisance Central a little before 6:00 p.m.

Call.
Get the Kid.
And yeah: that speculation was…sorta in the ball park.

The enormous value of a healthy offspring is that the critter retains its marbles as you slide deeper and deeper into senility!

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Summer Storm-time

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1:40 p.m.
November 18, 2025…still!

Fine freshet of an Arizona afternoon storm is y-rollin’ in. kerBOOM!  Thunder growls angrily in from the west. The sky has turned ash gray as clouds gallop ahead of the wind. Ruby the Corgi loafs on the bed, gazing out the window…apparently unfazed.

What un-fine timing. Tonight M’ijito is dragging me to the brain-banging booooring physical therapy studio, there to blow away another two hours going hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-hup-…..to amazingly little avail.

Ugh. If I’ve got to waste my time, I’d rather waste it loafing with Ruby.

Ohhhhh, well. It gets one out of the house. I guess. And presumably onto the rain-soaked streets…

Meanwhile, the pain is sloooooowwwleeee easing off, about an atom’s width at a time. Eventually it will go away. Then with any luck the ludicrous physical therapy antics will also go away.

The other evening I got SO frustrated with the mindless, pointless hup-hup-hupping that I sneaked out of the gym and ran off down the street. M’jito had gone off someplace (no doubt even more bored than his muther was), so I contrived to slip out and trot away without getting caught.

You can be sure he won’t let that happen again, eh?

Already it’s seemed a strangely long day. It’s only about a quarter to two. yet if feels like we ought to be rounding on 5:00 or 6:00 p.m. Why? Probably the thick cloud cover: the sky is a uniform dark gray, so you can’t estimate the time (not on a bet) by studying the height and angle of the sun.  And lookee there! It’s raining again!

How do I not want to drive through the rain, in the dark, for the privilege of a pointless hup-hup-hup session?  ARRRGH!  Let me count the pointless ways!

How DO they know????

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Heeeee!!! Seriously: how do people know…for example, when you’re so tired all you want to do is go back to bed, along about 10 in the morning?

That’s when they break out a jackhammer and start RRRATTTA-TATTA-TATTA on the foundation of their house.

No kidding! That’s what the guy catty-corner across the road is up to: jackhammering up the foundation. 

What…

A…

Racket!

This stunt, he pulls just as I’m sitting here thinking I feel AWFUL and what I wanna do is climb back in the sack and go back to sleep. 

Jerk! 

Well, I can’t complain. The morning’s half over — coming on to 9:30 a.m. — so one can’t bellyache that he’s rousting us out of the sack early.

Raining this a.m.: so can’t take the dawg for a walk. I’m stuck here listening to the jerk’s serenade.

These houses all have concrete foundations. They’re laid over clay soil, meaning that when water seeps under there, it can make the soil expand and contract, merrily cracking the flooring.

Truth is, my own house has a number of cracked floors. For reasons I cannot fathom, though, these cracks fail to split the tilework laid on top of the concrete. So even though I know where the cracks are, there’s only one place where a crack running through a couple of tiles is visible. Just two tiles there are affected…so in theory, they could be replaced.

Good luck getting the new installation to match the surrounding mortar… 

 

 

Roar! Roar! ROOOARRR!

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And HOW glad am I that I don’t live in Sun City anymore?

GAWD, what a racket emanating from that place this afternoon! And it’s a good 20 miles from here…

We’re talkin’ jet engine noise. Sun City is just down the road from Luke Air Force Base, where what must be a VAST fleet of fighter jets resides. And yeah: damn near every day: ROAR ROAR ROAR!

My mother, who dearly loved her home in Sun City and was one of the rightest-wing of all possible right-wing patriots, used to coo on and on about how glorious the roar from the air base was. It’s the sound of FWEEDOM! she would emote.

Yeah. If the sound of World War III bearing down on you is the sound of fweedom, that must be it, all right.

Ugh. What an awful place!

At any rate. just now even our North Central Phoenix ‘hood is too damn close to Luke.

WHAT!

A!

RACKET!

And yeah, if I could move even further from it than we are here, I sure would.

Oh, well…  Round and round the ‘Hood with the little dog this noon. Beautiful day. And the place seems to grow handsomer with each passing month and year, too. I think it’s because of the location, mostly. And the quality of the aging tract houses, which were fairly upscale when they were built and which remain so.

SDXB and I really fell into it when my Realtor brought us to this place. Both of us bought houses here. And neither of us lost $$$ in the transition.

He has since moved to Sun City. Having lived there when my parents were there, you couldn’t give me the place. But I guess he likes it.

You do need to enjoy the Sound of Freedom to fully appreciate the joint, though. Ugh!

 

Go Ahead: Just TRY to Put Your Feet Up and Relax!

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Feed the dog • Pick up the dishes, and • put them in the dishwasher •  Pour the coffee • Lock the back screen door and • open the kitchen door to let in some cool, clean(ish) air • Find the computer • Peruse the latest news • Check Wunderground’s (unremarkable) weather prediction for the day • Settle into an easy chair to swill coffee and…

…and you get RRRRROOOOAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!

Ayup! Another Cop Copter chase.

They’re zooming around just to the north of us — about four or six blocks, I’d say.

Jayzuz! There is never a fukkin’ dull moment around this place!!!!

Well. That’s not fair. Ruby and I circumnavigated the park as dawn cracked this morning. Except for one idiot who deliberately tried to run us down in his car (no mistaking the deliberate part), it was quiet. No cops around there, either, to see the charging commuter.

Ugh! Makes Sun City look good!

Well. No…hafta take that back. IMHO, nothing makes Sun City look good. A dreary mausoleum a pleasant place to live does not make.

Yesterday the neighbors had a grand birthday party for their pre-teen kids. What fun! A joyous mob of them running around the street, which had been closed off for the festivities.

Why on earth would you want to live someplace where that couldn’t happen??

 

Kids!!! <3 Kids!!!

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Joy! The ‘Hood gets better and better! Because..NOW we’re getting KIDS!

Gosh, what could possibly BE better than a passel kids playing out front?

The neighbors have thrown a birthday party for one of their short set. Maybe a dozen wonderful pre-teens out there, running around and partying and laughing.

Ruby and I set out for a walk. As we pass by the chivaree, a passel of short stuff comes running out to dote on the corgi. 😀

“Can we pet her? Can we pet her?”

LOL! You imagine she’ll let you get away without petting her???

So now we have a new crowd of lifelong friends. Too, too fun. 

Yes, I do love this neighorhood.
Why d’you ask? 
😀