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WHO would do such a thing??????

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Holeeee GAWD!  I just went out in back and discovered that ALL of the watering system has been turned off.

When, I do not know. It sure as hell wasn’t turned off by me. Not in 110-degree heat, of that  you may be sure.

So either one of the yard dudes did it (not bloody likely) or some visiting workman vandalized my yard.

Think I caught it (I hope) in time to save at least some of the plantings. Just now, water is POURING to the citrus trees. They’re bone-dry…normally get water a couple times a week. But forgodsake: the hedges? The citrus trees — ALL of them? The climbing roses? The cat’s-claw vines in gay abandon….

WHAT KIND OF PERSON WOULD DO A THING LIKE THAT???

They had to have known what they were doing…because they turned off ALL the watering zones!  There’s half a dozen of them!!

And it has to have been someone who had a key, because the back gate is kept locked.

Holeeee shee-ut!

Well…I guess I’ll need to have all the locks on the exterior gates changed….how many is that?  Let’s see…

1…1…1…in back…plus the garage side door. That’s four. Oh, shee-ut! What d’you suppose it’ll cost to have a locksmith come in and do that?

More than I want to pay, you can bet. About four times more than I want to pay. 😮

Godlmighty. I hope they didn’t put any kind of poison on the trees and vines.

The plants look OK just now… Maybe the jerk figured just turning off the water to them would do the trick, in 110-degree heat.

Ohhhh man!  The hoses are POURING the water to them right now. It’s getting dark out, so I’m gonna have to turn off the faucets pretty soon. First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll have to get back out there and turn the water back on.

This defies belief!

Why would anybody do such a thing????

Another Rasty-Nasty Day in Lovely Uptown Phoenix

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Ugh!!! What an UGLY, icky morning!!! 

Dog and Human: just back from the dawn stroll around the ‘Hood. Make that dawn swim! Literally, it is SO WET out there that you almost feel like you’re swimming along the sidewalk. As we scribble, we’re lookin’ at FORTY-TWO PERCENT humidity!!!

Yeah: “But it’s a dry heat,” right?

Uh huh. And indeed, here at 7:20 in the morning we’re lookin’ at 92 degrees out there! Supposed to get up to 107° this afternoon, with “heavy thunderstorm.”

Ohhh well. At least we got our daily exercise walk in.

I swear ta gawd! This is what it was like on the shore of the gawdawful Persian Gulf, during the nine years my parents and I lived there. Except hot-and-soggy weather wasn’t confined to the mid-summer. It was hot and wet most of the time.

My father called the company town where we lived “Rasty Nasty.” That was his take on the compound’s Arabic name: Ras Tanura.

Horrible place.

Phoenix is only partly horrible, eh? By comparison….  At least most of the year the weather is reasonably pleasant here, or more or less tolerable.

The little dawg is plopped on the cool tile floor, panting. The human’s hair is soaked in sweat. Just now this place ain’t a helluva lot better than Rasty Nasty, that’s for sure. At least, though, soon enough the humidity will dry out and, here in late July, we’ll arrive back at the “tolerable” level. Sorta….

That was never the case in Rasty Nasty….

 

Hotter Than the Hubs…

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7:30 p.m.: 100 degrees in the shade of the back porch, with high overcast.

Make that just “on the back porch,” since we’re past the time of shade. We’re comin’ on to dusk: and it is, yes, one. hundred. degrees out there.

Ugh. And tell me again: WHY do we persist in living here?????

Hotter than the HUBS!!!

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…of Hades, of your race-car wheels, of your stove burner! HOLEE maquerel, is it hot out back. Fox 10 News sez it’s 110; Wunderground claims a mere 107 degrees.

You understand: it’s 8:15 at night and DARK out there.

Yeah: 110 degrees by the dark of night…

Wrung the little dog out as fast as she would go…which means she’s likely to roust the human in the middle of the night… 😀  Oh well… At the moment, she’s loafing atop the bed again, as is her pet critter, the funny-looking human. The AC is pounding away….let’s hope it holds up through the night….and that we don’t have to call a hapless repairman tomorrow. Or anytime during this present heat wave.

Talk about jobs you’re glad you don’t have! /eyeroll/

Hope M’hijito is making out all right. His house was built in the 1950s, back before air-conditioning worked especially well here in lovely uptown Phoenix. The place does have a real air-conditioner these days —  not an old-fashioned and clunky evaporative cooler. The older places, though, were not built for modern ductwork…so it remains to be seen whether his place will be habitable tonight.

This Human, on the other hand, was not built to be awake half the night… And so, awwwayyyy… Off to bed!