My son: definite COOL DUDE.
The man took time off his job(!!) to schlep me up to the Mayo Clinic, there to get a blood test. That’s a bit of a drive, and as you know, sitting around a doctor’s waiting room is always an efficient use of your time. /eyeroll/
Drove me out to the fringe of Ritzy-Titzyville, drove me home, helped with a bunch of ditz… Dang! How nice, eh?
Once left alone back here, I realized a grocery trip was in order. But…it’s hotter than the hubs out there this afternoon. So…guess I’ll wait till sunset and then make a run on the Sprouts or the Fry’s supermarket to pick up bread and dog food and whatnot.
A nuisance, but better than going out there in this heat!
Y’know…this is one of the most conveniently located neighborhoods in the city: not one, not two, but three major grocery markets within easy walking distance. Plus a veterinarian. A hair stylist. A computer store. A Bookman’s. And on and on and on. Truth to tell, between those stores and Amazon, I really hardly even need to leave my house to get my shopping done. Just call ’em on the phone and they’ll deliver!
Seriously! These days, I go into stores to shop more out of boredom than for any need to select loot.
This evening, I’ll hit the supermarket to pick up a few more cans of dog food for Ruby, a jar of maple syrup, a box of tea bags, and whatnot. None of this stuff is urgent…and so the truth is, I may not bother.
Recently the prospect of following SDXB and New Girlfriend out to Sun City has crossed my fevered little mind. But…y’know… I don’t wanna.
First, because it’s a bitch of a drive into this part of town from unlovely Sun City. And my son lives here, not anywhere down in that direction. I just don’t see enough of an advantage to living in Old Folks’ Central to actually move out there.
Second. because Sun City is right under the Luke Air Force Base flight path. And so…NOISE??? Lemme tellya NOISE!!!!!
The pilots start their daily practice at dawn, and the jets roar back and forth and up and down for a good four hours. You can’t sit on your back porch without being blasted off your chair.
Hilariously, my mother used to pretend she actually liked that racket. “It’s the sound of freedom!” she used to simper.
Uhm. No, Mom: it’s the sound of World War III, comin’ your way.
She used to drive me crazy with that “sound of freedom” BS. But I guess she believed it. And hey: whatever makes ya happy, eh?
You can hear those jets blasting all the way up here in North Central: that’s a good 20 miles. Or more. The racket as heard from my parents’ back porch, 20 miles closer to the base, was freakin’ deafening.
Ohhh well.
So here I am, all alone in fancy-Dan North Central, without any other old buzzards around to keep me company. If I’d get off my duff and go to the church, I surely would make friends and find folks to fill some time. But…well…religion isn’t really my Thing.
And truth to tell, I don’t know of anything else that goes on in the central part of Phoenix that appeals to me.
Guess I could go back to teaching adjunct in the junior colleges.
But…uhm… Y’know… That’s work! And I do have a moral objection to that stuff. 😉
Hiking in the nearby desert preserves fills some time. But…man! I’ve had a couple of real creepy experiences up there, and so these days feel little enthusiasm for tromping around the foothills by myself. My friends have all moved to Sun City and waypoints, or else passed away. And so just now I don’t know anyone who would like to keep me company (and act as de facto bodyguard) on those early-morning, pre-hot hours strolls.
Alas, Cool Dude fills his daytime hours with that job of his. So…that doesn’t leave a lot of choice in ways to occupy one’s retirement hours.
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WOW, is it hot out there. The thermometer doesn’t seem to think so: it’s only registering 105 degrees. But man! Walk out that back door, and it feels like you’re walking into an oven!
Guess it must be a little humid. That’s what makes Arizona heat feel like actual heat.
Anyway….that will moot tonight’s doggy-walk, for sure. And take care of any silly ideas I might have had about walking up to the grocery store. FORGET that!! 😀
and soooo….
Out the door at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. That’s when the nearest grocers open. In an hour, I can collect enough loot to reload the pantry and get back here just in time to evade the first blast of heat.
Your son does sound like a cool dude, and I’m glad he’s able to be there for you.
Finding social interaction can be so hard, especially without personal transportation. I’ve been dealing with that since our move. I went to church more for social action than religious conviction, and our old church had a lot of social activity, but we haven’t really found a church here. I’d recommend the Unitarian Universalist church, but you said sometime way back that the local congregation was way too touchy/feely/huggy for your taste, and that wouldn’t work too well for me either.
A book club through the local bookstore? A walking or hiking group? I wish I had answers – for both of us!
I know what you mean about shopping for the experience as much as for the goods. Need a new shirt? I could order one online, or ask MrH to pick one up for me. I could even ask MrH to take me to the store for one. But he wants to go in, find the shirts, pick one, and go. I want to know what colors and styles are on offer, and maybe if there are any shorts that might go with. I want to browse.
I don’t know exactly what I’m trying to say here, other than, “I feel ya!”
And I agree that your home is better situated and suits you better than Sun City. SC just doesn’t sound like you at all.