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Geez, FaM’s website let me in!  I lost the log-in data and for awhile thought…well…that’s the end of scribbling blog posts! 

Whether I can get in again remains to be seen. Didn’t think the code I entered would work, so…I didn’t write it down.

Hoping that today will not be another Day from Hell. It’s overcast and muggy…gotta get up RIGHT NOW and take the dog for a walk, if we’re gonna get out today at all.

The hellish illness has eaten away at my nerves and at my son’s nerves to the point where we’re barely speaking. I don’t know what to do about it — never have been good with people, even under the best of circumstances. And what we have here appears to be about the worst of circumstances. Sooo…with social skills that rank among the bottom third, I’m kinda…fu*ked, frankly.

At any rate: awaaayyyyy!  Hope I can get back in…but if not: it was nice knowin’ ya!

The other day I enjoyed some time socializing with a business acquaintance/friend, Ken, and his very pleasant wife. They live in a planned housing development called McCormick Ranch, out in ritzy-titzy Scottsdale:  They have a nice little condo with a sweet patio verging on greenswards that make splendid hiking space.

Their apartment’s not very big — but for two retired folks, why would it need to be big? It  has a nice kitchen the size and style of mine. A handsome living-room that looks out onto a pleasant, walled-in patio, perfect for loafing of an afternoon. Or morning. Or evening. Two bland but highly serviceable upstairs bedrooms/bathrooms. Handy two-car garage.

Man! I looked at that shack and thought HOT DAYUM!  This is the place!! 

Seriously: the main reason it struck me as “the place”is that it’s right up the road from the Mayo. My son and I were slated to visit that garden spot the following day…and a “visit” to our doc’ at the Mayo entails driving driving driving…through horrid, cut-throat traffic characterized by lunatics who never should have been allowed near a steering wheel.

The Mayo is damn near an hour’s drive from our part of town. To get there from Ken’s place would take about ten minutes. Max.

Hmmmm…

O’course, that very characteristic is what makes it UNdesirable for my son and, ultimately, for me.

Those sweet li’l condos are halfway across the globe from Dear Ex-Husband’s place — meaning my son would have to drive until his car runs out of gas to see either one of us…regardless of which part of town he was aiming at. I sure don’t want to put him in a position like that. Nor do I want to have to schlep that far to get from my place to his.

So… I guess for the moment I’m stuck here in Crime Central.

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{sigh}

Yeah. The Funny Farm is an easy target for the…uhm…locals. On the other hand, the pore li’l locals make pretty easy targets for me…especially when they set off the burglar alarm called Ruby the Corgi.

So really: I can’t very well use the Crime Situation as an excuse to drop everything and move to Scottsdale. If my son weren’t here, I’d sure think about it seriously. But he IS here, and that creates its own set of circumstances.

 

They got a late start this morning: it’s already 8:14!

One ringy-dingy two ringy-dingies three ringy-dingies…and here’s the start of the sales pitch.

The targeted victim emits a high-pitched stream of obscenities, followed by BITCH! STAY OFF MY PHONE!!!!!!!

She’s probably in jail. Phone soliciting is a prison industry, so a fair number of the crooks who jangle you up every day start out as criminals.

**DO NOT be polite to them! It’s not polite to jangle you up  in your home and pester you with nuisance calls. So you have no obligation or reason to be sweetie-sweet to them. Tell them to take a flying f**k at the moon — and do so at high volume.

Blasting a police whistle into the phone is an effective way to communicate your displeasure, too. Try it…they won’t like it.

Okay…not to say grrrrrr….  Funny about Money is still online, despite the momentary threat to its existence.

So far no one has tried (actively, anyway) to force me to take the site down. So…I dearly hope THAT dust has settled.

Just back from a Ruby-free hike around the ‘Hood. It’s too, TOO hot to take the little dog out in the late morning sun. Matter of fact it was rather too hot for the Human, too…

Well. It really isn’t THAT hot. Only 100 degrees in the shade of the back porch.

O’course, I wasn’t in the shade…I was walkin’ around in the full blast of the sunlight. 😀  By and large, Arizonans can’t tell the difference, eh?

Visited the shopping center just to the north of us. Saw nothing of interest. Failed to go in and pester the bike shop guys. Ohhh well….

Even though that place isn’t far from here, in the heat it sure seemed further than normal. 😀

LOL! Maybe we could convince my honored coreligionist that a jaunt up to the local shopping center in 100-degree heat IS an attempted suicide, eh?

I’ve calmed down a bit from that passage of flaming bullshit. Whether the flames will flare up again remains to be seen, but at least right now I’m no longer in such a f*cking rage that I’m ready to throw everything in the campfire. 😀

My son has co-opted my bicycle. So I went up to one of the big general stores in that shopping center to see if I could find a similar bike, and if so, how much it would cost. Answer to Question No. 1: nope. Answer to question No 2: irrelevant. 

Sheee-ut!

So after I cool down and after the atmosphere cools down a bit, I’ll have to make a run on one of the big department stores — or on the nearest Sears — and see if I can find a bike to replace the purloined number.

That assumes I stay in Phoenix, though. This bullshit has stretched my patience beyond its limits! Just now I’m considering whether I should sell the house and move out of easy driving distance from North Central Phoenix.

Sun City, maybe?

Ugh! I hated living in Sun City. SDXB is out there now and has enjoyed it until recently. Just now he’s too ill to enjoy much of anything, and it remains to be seen if and when he will recover.

However…any number of other pleasant enough venues await. Far more pleasant, as a matter of fact:

* Fountain Hills
* Moon Valley
* Marginally livable districts in Tempe
* Paradise Valley
* The Encanto district
* The Alvarado district

All of these are more than good enough places to live, with all the amenities an old bat needs to survive more or less comfortably. And…none of them is Sun City. 😀

When my parents lived out there, we found that the medical care was…well…beyond abominable. There was my mother, dying of cancer — something that was OBVIOUS to anyone who saw her and anyone who knew her — and those effing greedy quacks out there were telling us it was all in her pretty little head.

No kidding. Terminal cancer: imaginary.

I guess we all imagined she died, too. And that she was cremated. And that an urn full of her ashes resides in the Sun City mausoleum.

All in our pretty little heads, right?

That episode, among other things, is a primary reason that you could not pay me to live in Sun City. Nay, not for a zillion bucks. I hate that place, and wouldn’t go near it if SDXB and NG weren’t out there now.

Horrible.

Forgodsake.

Apparently a coreligionist of mine complained to my son about a post that appeared at Funny — she didn’t like something I’d posted. From what I can tell, she imagined it was a threat to commit suicide.

!!!!!!!

So, I’m going to have to take Funny about Money off line. Throw it away. 

So much for freedom of speech, eh? If you’re a little ole’ lady, you sure as f*ck don’t get any of that!

Give it a day or two for me to figure out the logistics. But do figure that by the middle of next week, Funny about Money will be a thing of the past.

Stinks, doesn’t it?

https://www.fox10phoenix.com/news/pacoima-fireworks-explosion-california

Good grief!