Doorbell jangles. It’s along about 3:30 p.m.
Outside: a kid. Looks to be about 10 or 12. Articulate and well-spoken, he explains that he’s lost a football. Thinks it may have gone over the back wall into the pool.
Hot diggety: a MISSION!
We launch into a search. And man! Is it hot out there.
Explore through the jungle vines. Examine the trees. Search the drink. Eyeball the roof.
But nope. We can NOT find it.
Where the heck it went, I can’t imagine.
But…it is sooooooo hot in that back yard. As we scribble: 110 degrees. In the shade.
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He goes on his way.
I plunge into the drink. That pool is a godsend, expense and hassle or no expense and hassle.
Heh! Okay, okay: it does have to be said that you could accomplish the same cooling effect with a shower. 😀
But a shower is nowhere near as much fun or pleasure as a dip in the pool.
It really does feel monstrously hot out there, even though 110 is just not THAT hot, objectively speaking. Must be a little humid. Or something.
Wonder what happened to the kid’s football. It must have bounced into Terri’s back yard. We tried to roust her, but she wouldn’t answer the doorbell. Like many women in these sylvan parts, she won’t open the door unless she knows who’s on the other side. That’s prob’ly smart. But…yeah. Tells you something about life in Phoenix, doesn’t it?
Wish I could move away from here. But…
But…
But where would I go????
Seriously: other than the San Francisco Bay Area, I sure can’t think of many places that would be worth uprooting my life and moving to a new home. And I can’t afford to live in the City. So…really, there’s noplace else to go, surely not anyplace that would justify a move.
Especially not with my son living here.
Now if he went someplace else, I might very well follow him. Especially if it didn’t snow, wherever he went. Truth to tell, though, he doesn’t seem even faintly interested in moving. His family and friends are here. He has a decently paying job that allows him to work out of his home(!!). And his home is a very pleasant house in a very pleasant, centrally located neighborhood. Unless some company offered him a truly fantastic deal, it seems unlikely that he’d take flight.
Sometimes I think I’d like to move back to Berkeley, where my mother’s family lived. They had such a pretty little house there, in a beautiful neighborhood on a steep hill. You got your exercise walking the block or two up to the grocery store!
But unless someone offers my son a phenomenal job, it sure doesn’t look like he’ll move. Don’t reckon I would, if I were him.
hmmmm….. Would I want to work out of my home, five to seven days a week?
Really?????
Well. That’s exactly what I did, when I was teaching at the Great Desert University. Yes, I had an office on the campus. But I sure didn’t kill much time there…mostly, it was just a landing patch for when I was out there between classes. Which wasn’t long, that’s for sure!!
About half my sections were night classes. I’d have a couple of daytime sections each semester, plus of course I had to trudge out there for faculty meetings and to confer with the occasional student. But truth to tell, most of the time I was working from home.
M’jiito does most of his job over the phone, wrangling insurance agents. I personally prefer to spend at least half the day, maybe more, in the company of coworkers. Plugging away in a home office hour in and hour out, day in and day out is…depressing, IMHO. And he does keep his nose tight to the grindstone, that’s for sure.
Nice, though, not to have to commute. His house is centrally located, so over the lunch hour and for certain break periods, he can bop around to various stores and chow lines. Or go for a walk. Or whatever.
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Kid on the phone! 🙂
He just arranged to take me shopping tomorrow. How nice!!!
My car is kaput. And frankly, it’s beginning to look questionable whether I’ll replace it. I can walk almost everyplace I need to go, and with an Uber driver living right across the street, I can foist the chore of driving through Phoenix’s gawdawful traffic on someone else.
Jeez. How amazing is that, anyway???
In addition to Uber, we have lightrail trains zipping up and down Main Drag West, all the time. If I can’t rope in a human to drive me around, I can stroll over to the train tracks and grab a ride there.
Heh! Phoenix is beginning to behave like an actual city! Can you imagine?
Kinda makes me miss San Francisco even more, though. One thing about the City: it was never hotter than a two-dollar cookstove outside. 😀
But…it did tend to rain on one, as one stood around a bus or train stop.
Y’know, it is interesting to think I might never replace the car. Just imagine that!
For one thing, imagine not having to diddle away dollar after dollar on a rolling tin can. How kewl would that be?
What on earth would I do with all the cash saved by not having to buy gas every time I turn around, and by not having to get the car serviced? Or licensed and registered? Hot dang!
In due course, I’ll talk with my son about this idea. He’ll think I’ve lost a few more marbles, of course… But seriously: I really am thinking that it may be reasonable to do without a car. The Funny Farm is within walking distance of a place that rents cars: if anything comes up that I really need a car, I can get one quickly and easily. But at least two people here on the street hire out to drive people around. Plus of course we have cabs, cabs, and cabs.
If the idea flies, then we have the question of what do we do with the huge, two-car garage?
Got an idea: Turn it into an art studio.
No kidding. It’s huge. Its walls are lined with cabinetry. Why not put a couple of art tables out there and invite friends to come over to draw, paint, or make pottery?
Would that be fun, or would that be fun?
Hmmmm…. The idea begins to sound better and better…