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Idle essays

Hotter than the Hubs…

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Did you know you can work up a lather just by walking around a few blocks in your neighborhood?

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Well. Yeah: if you live in (un)lovely Arizona, you sure can!

It is HOT and WET out there! Lightly overcast: feels almost like Saudi Arabia used to feel. And that, for those who haven’t enjoyed the experience, feels a great deal like the inner circles of Hell.

That notwithstanding, today’s damp and steamy stroll was surprisingly pleasant. Passed a young couple in their front yard, showing off their new baby to friends. awwwww! 

<3  <3  <3

Our financial advisor was supposed to send over a candidate for the cleaning lady position he (unilaterally) proposes to offer. NEVVERMIND that I have a very fine cleaning lady who has worked for me over the past several  years and whom I have no intention of replacing.

Hey! I’m just the Little Woman, right? Who cares what I think?

Anyway, if she showed up while I was stumbling around the ‘Hood, I missed her. She didn’t call and she didn’t leave a note, so I’ll assume either she never surfaced or else he smartened up enough to call her off.

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Life. Gets sillier and sillier, doesn’t it?

Passed a new life as I was ambling about: a young couple with a brand-new baby. Too, too delightful. 

Dayum, but I love this neighborhood. And “love this neighborhood” is THE specific reason I do NOT wish to be locked up the the Beatitudes, an old-folkerie from Hell.

How the Hell do I evade that?

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Do hafta say, though, that this IS the nicest neighborhood I’ve ever lived in. And since I’ve lived in places all over the damn planet — from here to Saudi Arabia — that is sayin’ something. And that’s why I most decidedly NOT want to be moved out of here.

For what it costs to live in a prison for old folks, I’m pretty sure I can hire someone to come here and take care of me. You can be damn sure I’m gonna try, anyhow.

Main trick will be to find someone responsible, competent, and incapable of stealing stuff.

And, as you know…that’ll be a trick! 

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Surprise! {Sorta…}

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Just got hunkered down with the computer and my toys, all set to waste the afternoon loafing atop the bed, when

BING BONG!

ohhhhh gawd, what now?

CLEANING LADY, that’s what’s now!

Awwww jeez!

She just got done at the WonderAccountants’ house across the street, and now here she is, all set to shovel out the Funny Farm.

It’s MONDAY! I thought she came on Thursdays. But…that’s senility for ya! 😀

So now she’s in the back of the house, shoveling out the bedrooms. And I’ll tellya: THERE is a job I’m sure glad I don’t have.

She does a wonderful job, we might add. Which, presumably, testifies to her remarkable level of energy. How she holds up through a full day of wrestling with other folks’ messes just flummoxes me!!

Anyhow, even though I’m totally not in mood to have somebody around all afternoon, I’m still mighty glad to see her.

Well…at least I’d bestirred myself, early this morning, to pick up the breakfast dishes and load the dishwasher. This meant not too much mess to clean out of her way.

Y’know, that woman must be strong as a horse. Just cleaning one house — my own! — wears me out. She does three in a single day. Apparently just about every day.

If I had her job, I’d be taking today off! Sprained an ankle…and now can barely limp around the house. DayUM, but it hurts. But I don’t suppose it’s gonna kill me. Not anytime soon, anyhow.

Darn it, though! Her arrival means a bunch of things I’d planned to do will not get done this afternoon. One of them was bathe and wash my hair. Ohhhh well…it’ll wait till after she leaves.

Other stuff: it’s now too hot to go outside and walk around. With my car purloined, that means I can’t make it to the grocery store or the hair stylist. Ohhhhh well…that many fewer things to have to do today, eh?

The Music of the Morning

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Coming on to mid-morning here in the Funny Farm’s backyard. And…oh my goodness, what a lovely place, what a lovely symphony!

What we have out here in the side yard, where we take our morning dose of caffeine, is BIRDS. Hordes of wondrous birds.

Just now, the Bird Theater is dominated by a flock of beautiful doves. A slew of white-wings waddle around out here, grumbling at each other and searching for the seeds I’ve failed to put out this morning. Those critters do make for a fine start to the day.

A variety of songbirds are holding forth, as we scribble. What a symphony! Tweedle tweedle twee cheepee cheepee cheepee cheepee TWEE-uu TWEE-uu chirpita chirpita chirpita squaaaa squaaaa chirp chirp chirp chirp!!!!

Too delightful for words.

Hm. Maybe that’s why birds don’t have words???

  • I should take the dawg for a walk, before this gorgeous morning turns hot.
    • Too lazy. Who, me? set my coffee down???
  • I should drag the hoses around the yard.
    • Too lazy. What? get off my duff???
  • I should go back to bed.
    • Too lazy. That would entail getting off my duff and hiking to the bedroom…

Ohhhh well!  What can I say? Other than, maybe, Let’s go back to bed! 

Another Gray Day in Arizona…

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Leave us all enjoy it!

LOL! A Phoenix radio station, extant some years ago, used to have a talk-show announcer who would start the day with his trademark greeting:

It’s another beautiful day in Arizona!
Leave us all enjoy it!

This particular illiteracy was apparently some sort of Midwestern dialect.

Today is another muggy, damp day in Arizona. No clouds to speak of, but the air is just plain soggy.

Just back from trudging around the park with Ruby the Corgi. Absolutely positively NOT in the mood for a morning stroll through air as thick as Jell-O. But now we’re home (at last!). The coffee is steeping. The dog is flopped on the hallway floor; the human is flopped in its favorite easy chair.

My son wants me to compile a grocery list for him. He doesn’t get the picture — and won’t, no matter how desperately I try to explain. To wit: I don’t do grocery lists! 

Nope. I know what I need, and when I get to the store, I patrol the aisles…grabbing whatever I see that needs to be replenished. Ask me face to face what those needs are, and…I dunno. 

So that will start the day with an annoyance, both for me and for my excellent son, who proposes to haul me to said store. Pore guy!

Day-dreaming while hiking this morning: remembering the Moon Valley home of a now long-gone friend. When she and her husband moved into the house, it needed a lot of superficial fix-up work. I went over there to help them: paint, drywall repair, window caulking…

It was kinda fun, though it quickly devolved into boring work, and more work than I’d had in mind doing.

Work! It’s bad for your health!

 

Parboiled in Phoenix…

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Ruby and her human are just back from the neighborhood park. HOT, stuffy, stagnant morning over there…ugh!  Hardly a jolly frolic.

Oh, well. At least we got a little exercise. Ruby is flopped under the master bathroom toilet: in Canine Estimation, the coolest spot in the house. The Human is parked in front of a fan, swilling iced coffee.

In the Olden Days, when Whitey-Whites first lived in these environs, people would leave town for the summer. They’d go up on the “Rim,” as the high country is called, and pass the hot months there.

Yea verily: we used to own a ranch up there. We co-owners would betake ourselves to that place whenever we could.

Sure do wish we still had it!

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But oh!  The little kids in the park are so delightful, frolicking around in the dawn heat! Ruby and I loafed and watched the urchins burn off the parents’ calories. Eventually it got too warm to linger, and so we ambled back to the Funny Farm.

And here we sit, continuing the loafing chore.

Thank goodness we found Pool Dude!  Otherwise, I’d be out there in the backyard with the brush and the vacuum right now, cleaning the Hole in the Ground into Which to Pour Money. And lemme tellya: loafing, that is NOT. 

{chortle!} I do love the pool, though. Really, I ought to be out there right now paddling around in the drink. But oh, my…it really IS fricaseeing hot outside. Having come back from the park nicely parboiled, I can’t move myself to go back outdoors, even if it entails cooling off in the luxurious pool.

Phoenix, Arizona: Garden spot…

Report from the Hubs of Hades…

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EGAD, but it’s hot outside. 

Actually, it only seems so: Wunderground tells us the current temp is a balmy 95 degrees.

Brrrr!  Break out the jacket!

Actually, 95 isn’t all that hot for Arizona. I think it’s a little sticky out there, though: but…but…no!!!!  Only 4% chance of rain; Wunderground claims we have 6% humidity.

Right, guys. R-i-i-g-h-t…

Left Ruby home while I took a short hike around the ‘Hood, not wanting to fricasee the little pooch. Being only around 6 or 8 inches tall, her furry body would be one helluva lot closer to the frying pavement than my tall, thin, and unfurry one.

Came across a neighbor beating himself to exhaustion: Here in the middle of the afternoon, the guy had DUG UP HIS LAWN to pull out part of the irrigation system, which he was trying to repair. Lordie!!!  Beat me some more!!! 

All of which goes to show that some people are even crazier than I am.

Looked around the neighborhood just south of ours, wondering….would I like to move over there?

  • The houses are bigger, fancier, nicer.
  • It’s a slightly more upscale slab of the neighborhood.
  • Closer to the park: much to Ruby’s advantage.
  • Further from the ever-threatening Sunnyslope slum…

But…but…seriously?  What AM I smoking???

  • Yep: the houses are bigger, fancier…and commensurately more expensive to air-condition.
  • The lots are irrigated, meaning someone has to be paid to come around and mow the grass every week or two. (Mine is gravel: virtually maintenance-free.)
  • Close to the park means close to the traffic, close to crowds, close to noise.
  • Further from the slums means…nothing. Two or three blocks a difference in the crime rate does not make.
  • Rich people make me kuh-RAZY. No, I do not want to move into a more affluent slab of the ‘Hood.

Ahem! Okay, so much for THAT idea. 😀

Movin’ on…