Or “still”… Or something.
Sunday…
The AC has been pounding away. Don’t even THINK of asking what the power bill is likely to be this month. Probably two or three hundred bucks. But…don’t think about it. No. No thinking!!
Today is Sunday. If I had any sense, I’d surface down at the church and rebuild old friendships. Because…well…I do need some human company. No question of it.
But…my son has kiped my car.
I have no way to get down to the church except on a bus, a highly questionable ride. Plus just now, as we scribble, the temp in the shade of the back porch is A HUNDRED AND FIVE DEGREES.
No way in Hell am I traipsing 16 blocks eastward to the bus stop and standing around in that heat until a south-bound ride comes along. If a ride comes along.
Now…yes, it IS true that if I would get what passes for my act together, I could lasso a fellow church-goer into picking me up and schlepping me down to All Saints. But…that would be…you know…work.
It also would be a great deal nervier than I happen to feel just now.
Gasp! I keep thinking it’s hotter than the hubs in the house. But that really isn’t quite the case. What’s happening is…it’s just a little humid in here. And in Arizona, you don’t have to get very humid to make the heat feel like a blast furnace. That would be because it IS a blast furnace….
Perusing real estate ads in Sun City. Y’know, the house that I’m in was built by the same developer who built out most of Sun City. And you can see the similarity! My house looks surprisingly like a Sun City shack.
Mine is rather better built, though. The price range in North Central is far higher than westside locations will support, and so Del Webb — the Sun City guy — produced neighborhoods here that echo the look of Sun City, but…well… The houses here are sturdier, better insulated, more diversely designed. Even though the exteriors look surprisingly similar.
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And now it’s Monday…
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Started this a while ago. Lost track. Wandered off. Fell Asleep. Who knows what else…
Splendidly HORRIBLE morning out there. Hot (95 degrees in the shade of the back patio), high overcast, damp, and sticky.
Friend is slated to come over this noon, thereupon to go out to lunch. Hope she does indeed surface: Nothing like a convenable human to make life more or less livable!
Maybe I should offer to fix lunch here, so we don’t have to go out in that swamp. Don’t have much, though. And without a car, you can be sure I don’t feel like walking to a grocery store.
Hmmmm….
Not to say {chortle!} Just stuck a wonderfully stupid sign on the front security door, telling the accursed door-to-door solicitors to take a flying F at the moon.
Well. Ahem.. Possibly not that explicitly. It asks that they not ring the doorbell, because someone inside is ill.
I’m ill, all right: SICK of nuisance phone and door-to-door solicitors pestering me several times a day.
LOL! My friend already knows I’m crazy. This visit will confirm her suspicions.
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Grrrrrr!!! Speaking of nuisances, I’ve got a whole, large bag of beautiful frozen shrimp in the fridge…and can’t tell whether they’re the recalled, contaminated variety or not.
It doesn’t LOOK like they are, though. The brand name on the package doesn’t appear to be associated with the bad shrimp.
Hope not. Because I really, REALLY don’t want to go traipsing out in the heat to buy more dinner food. Nor do I want to throw out God only knows how many dollars worth of chow.
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LOL!!!!!
Welp…there was a reason I didn’t want to traipse out in the heat to pick up chow for dinner.
It is too goddamn hot to make it all the way to the grocery store!!!
Or even halfway to the damn grocery store!
Wunderground claims it’s only 106 out there. And in fact, that’s exactly what the back-porch thermometer says, right now: 106 degrees.
I find that a little hard to believe: if asked, I’d have said it was 110 or a bit higher. But…heh! I are a English major: I are not a thermometer!
So. Half an hour ago, I set out for the supermarket on Gangbanger’s way, there to buy some light chow and a bottle of white wine. And as you can no doubt intuit: didn’t make it!
Gave up before I got a block from the shack. Turned around. Came back.
Thank all the gods for iced water!
😀
Thinking of asking Wonder Cleaning-Lady to drive me up to the store. She’s here banging around the house just now. But…but…that seems like a little much to ask. As if she weren’t knocking herself out quite enough!
The local grocery stores open at 7:00 a.m. So..duhhhhh! The answer to this conundrum is to show up at the Sprouts or the Albertson’s door at 7:00 a.m.
How hard IS that?????
Some of these establishments are now delivering. If I really wanted to bestir myself, I could call one of them and get stuff sent over.
But that has a fundamental drawback: Americans.
Seriously! 😀 Americans by and large don’t cook with fresh food — they heat junk that comes in cans and boxes. S-O-O…they don’t know how to pick out fresh fruit and vegetables. Ask them to bring you a fresh head of romaine, and they just grab whatever’s on top of the pile in the grocery-store bin. And that…well…tends not to be good.
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Whooooaaaaa! Look up the local Albertson’s on Conduit of Blight, and you see they open at SIX a.m., not at seven!
Hot dayum!
(And we DO mean “hot”!)
This opens a whole new door.
At 6:00 o’clock, it’s already hot here, but it’s not fukkin homicidal. If I show up with a list and my roller-cart, I should be able to get outta there by 6:30 — surely no later than 6:45 or 7:00 a.m. The walk home is only 20 or 30 minutes.
That means I can get back here before the heat turns truly homicidal!
Think o’ that!!!
Not a very pleasant way to start the day. But it sure beats hiking through 100-degree heat! If I can get in the door by 6:15 a.m., I can get back to the Funny Farm by 7:00…maybe earlier than that.
At 7 o’clock, the heat will be in the 90s. But that sure ain’t 110.