Hell is right…It is hotter than the hubs of Hades out there. And, to gild that fricaséed lily: overcast and humid. Ugh!
Just back from a (hot! wet!) stroll to the corner grocery store. One of the Unexpected Consequences of M’hijito’s scheme to make me crazy by stealing my car is the astonishing discovery that, by dayum, I don’t need that damn car.
And worse yet: I don’t want it.
No kidding. I’ve totally lost my desire to drive a car down to the corner Albertson’s or up to the big ole’ El Rancho a few blocks’ stroll to the north.
{chortle!}
Seriously, if I’d gotten off my duff this morning — when I should have! — the grocery-store stroll would have been a pleasure and a joy. I do love our neighborhood, and I get the biggest kick out of the passers-by and the passers-through. If you’re gonna live in Phoenix, this is the place to be!
Seriously: if you were stuck in this burg, where else could you live this pleasantly and this conveniently?
hmmmm
Well, OK: I’d say the Encanto District.
DXH and I lived there a good 15 years or so. And I will say, I did love it. “Quiet and safe place to live”? So one of the city’s websites has it… Well, one could dispute that. If one loves the melody of fire engine and ambulance sirens, 24/7, well then…yeah. oh so quiet. Uh huh!
If one lives with a German shepherd who chases a midnight intruder out the back door (poor guy!),, then…sure. oh so safe.
You couldn’t pay me to go back there. But then, no one is paying me here to live on the southern edge of Phoenix’s (un)lovely Sunnyslope district. And I feel neither more nor less safe than we felt in Encanto.
“Safe” is not a term that applies to a big city. 😀
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Anyhoo, truth to tell, the proximity of several upscale fancy-dan grocery stores and two top-level hospitals and a veterinarian beyond belief and…on and on and on…makes this neighborhood a highly desirable hideaway.
One of these days, I hope to be able to leave this house to M’Hijito. At that time, he’ll have to decide whether he likes these environs or not. But y’know…enough folks out there will think they do like these environs that he’ll be able to sell this place for a chunk of cash that will fill his pockets.
If he chooses not to do so, he’ll have an exceptionally pleasant little house surrounded by exceptionally pleasant neighbors in the middle of a lovely middle-class commercial district.
And that, my friends. will be enough to please my ghost.
😉