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WOW! I wish Funny’s readers could have been here a few minutes ago, to see the awe-inspiring little storm that just blew through.

And when we say “blew,” we mean “like a freakin’ tornado!” Great blasts of wind plus buckets of rain.

Well…it seems to have passed: rain has stopped, wind has dropped back to normal breeze level. But gosh! What a thing to see!

Luckily, Ruby and her human were not out strolling around the ‘Hood as this thing blew up. If we’d arrived on the other side of the park, we wouldn’t have had a chance of getting home before a good drenching. And….boyoboy, am I glad I wasn’t out driving in it!

Trees and shrubbery are still swaying in some residual wind, but the liveliest part of the storm seems to have passed.

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Well, this puts the eefus on any scheme to stroll to one of the local grocery stores and restock the shelves. I ain’t goin’ out in that!!

Nonetheless, we still have plenty of supplies. We certainly can last well into tomorrow, and probably much longer than that.

Freshets like this one usually clear up within a few hours, here in (un)lovely Arizona. So by this evening or (preferably!) tomorrow, I should be able to stroll to the corner shopping center. Ohhh well! 😀

Yes: today’s is an afternoon from Hell. At 4:40 p.m., the air temperature measures a crisp 97 degrees. Brrrr!

Thinking about my poor mother, as I stumbled around the park through the heat. She hailed from Upstate New York, but was raised by her Northern California grandparents — they who succeeded in persuading a judge that the New York set was too immoral to bring up a child.

The California set was pretty wack-sh!t, too: they were Christian Scientists, back in those days a variety of raving crackpots. But despite their nuttiness, they succeeded in getting my mother’s custody…which has gotta tell you something about the New York relatives.

Yipes!

Anyhow…in another lifetime: my mother came to love Arizona, long after she married my ever-so-manly father and launched into living happily ever after with him. He dragged her off to Saudi Arabia for ten years. Then they escaped back to California…and finally, some more years later, he retired to Sun City, here in Arizona. And here, she was indeed very happy.

I do wish she could have known my son — her grandson — as he grew to manhood. She would have thought he is THE business: smart and handsome and successful. Quite the improvement over some of the New York relatives on her side of the tribe. But she died while he was an infant.

At any rate…today’s weather is reminiscent of unlovely Saudi Arabia’s: oppressively hot and humid. Stumbling around the park this afternoon was less than perfectly pleasant…that’s for sure!

Way too hot and sticky to hike to the grocery store…which is what I have to do now that my son has purloined my car and claims to have gotten my driver’s license negated. I do need to get a lawyer and have that mess straightened out…but frankly, I just don’t care enough to expend that much effort. Truth to tell, when you live in my part of town, you really don’t need a car.

No. The train that runs up and down Main Drag West will take you just about everywhere you need to go on the west side of Central Avenue.  Armies of busses run up and down Central Avenue, and another lightrail train serves the central and downtown districts. Plus a cabbie lives right across the street from the Funny Farm.

So I haven’t put up a fight over the idiotic car situation. It’s simply not worth quarreling over.

*** Augh!***

Ruby has taken to HORKING every time she takes a swiggle of water. I guess she’s choking on it.

Doesn’t seem to choke on food, but water gags her.

So…yeah. I need to schlep her to the vet. Again. Somehow. On foot, through 115-degree heat. Whoopeee.

I keep hoping it will pass. But so far, that ain’t happening.

None of the BS is passing, come to think of it….

LOL! One of the fun things that happens to you (/s/) as you get old is that you forget so much stuff that you sometimes get totally confused about your bills.  😀

Case in point: just now I’m freaking out (friquiando!) because I can’t recall what we spent a thousand dollars(!!)! on at the vet.

And….just to frost that cookie: sometime in the past hour or so, I set that bill down somewhere in the house and now I can’t find it!!!!! 

For the luvva gawd!

So….what I need to do here is just let everything settle down…stop looking for things, sit down, do something else… And then tomorrow morning come back to this fun little happening.

That will pretty much guarantee that I’ll find the missing bill.

But in the event of failure…Monday morning I’ll just call the vet’s office and ask them to send me a new copy.

Right.

keep calm keep calm keep calm keep calm keep calm….

Argghhh!  This is the kind of thing that sends me into paroxysms of hysteria.

Over the years, one of the things I’ve finally figured out is not to LET this stuff make me crazy.

If we’re lucky, by tomorrow morning the missing statement will resurface.

If we’re not lucky and somehow the damn thing is lost, on Monday I’ll call the vet and ask me to send me a new copy.

How hard IS that, after all?

😀  Not to say 😮

aaarrgh, how i hate this kind of thing!  And y’know, the older you get, the more often BS of this nature recurs. You forget things. You get confused over things. You do things twice. You lose your marbles….

gaaaaaahhhhhh!

Here we are at the Mayo Clinic again, whereinat for me to spend another afternoon with another damned needle in my arm.

M’jito, ever empathetic, has lost patience with my looniness and stalked out of the torture room, presumably to lurk in the waiting area…as far from his bi*ch mother as he can get. Comforting as Hell, eh?

😀

Even though this procedure is painless, I can’t even begin to describe how much I hate it. And, when I venture to think about it, how pointless it seems.

Forgodsake, I’m 81 years old. Ten of those years were spent in a Third-World country, during a time when sanitation was a foreign word. Thanks to flurries of immunizations, I got out of there without contracting a serious disease. My mother nearly died of the amoebic dysentery she caught; difficult to treat in those days…but…it did get her and her little girl out of that Hellish place.

So I don’t have that many years left. Probably no more than I would have if I were left alone to moulder away and die in peace. Sometimes I think I should get on a horse and ride off into the desert. Never to come back. Why spend any part of those years in a hospital being tortured?

Or annoying my poor son to the point where he can’t stay in the same room with me.

What, really, IS the point of staying on this earthly plane after you reach 80 or so?

None, I think.

None.

Gosh, it is SO gorgeous out there this evening! Ruby and the Human just returned from circumnavigating the ‘Hood…  A little hot and damp out there for the purpose, but not too awful. 😀

Ruby is now fed and the Human has a giant cup of iced tea and here we are loafing on the bed, peering out the back window at the beautiful sunset.

Dinnertime, alas…so we didn’t see any cute kids playing outside under the watchful eyes of their wonderful young parents. They’re a prime attraction of this neighborhood, IMHO. They come out to play, and it’s great fun to watch them frolicking as the Dog and the Human are trotting up the sidewalk.

High, wispy clouds this evening. Not so wispy that they won’t make for a spectacular sunset, though! So we lurk by the bedroom window waiting for the light show.

Egad!  Ruby and I (foolishly, it develops) started our early-morning stroll…not realizing how thick that cloud cover up there is!

Thundering. Celestial threats. “Egad!” is an understatement.

We veer back toward the house and head home at a trot.

…RRRRUUUMBBBLE…

Dart in the door just as it starts to rain, lightning sparking all around us.

Whew! Just in time!

Now we’re loafing on the sack, watching the threatening weather and listening to the thunder serenade.

Gosh. I didn’t realize it was this close to raining.

That ain’t just rain out there, though. THAT is a gathering storm, galloping in from the north.

Hmmmm…  Let’s see what Wunderground has to say about it, if anything…

76 degrees. “Active weather warning”…. Y’don’t say? 😀  43% chance of rain, isolated thunderstorms this morning…”  I charged up my computer for this?

How funny! Ruby is already conkered out on the sack! Darned if she isn’t snoring!  Dogs…what entertaining critters…