Ugh! Today is the 30th, and the calendar says one “Janie” is supposed to surface at 8:00 a.m. — that’s 20 minutes from now — and hang around until 4:00 p.m.
Janie is a babysitter. A woman my good son has hired to watch over senile little me, drive me to grocery stores, and whatnot.
- That the Funny Farm is within walking distance of three grocery stores: meh! Doesn’t matter.
- That I value my privacy above just about all else: meh! Doesn’t matter.
- That just this minute, I do not relish the prospect of having someone in my face: meh! Doesn’t matter.
- That the kitchen needs to be picked up before someone barges in and starts sniffing around: meh! Doesn’t matter.
- That all I wanna do at 7:45 in the morning is relax and play with my computer: meh! Doesn’t matter.
- That, failing a good loafing session, the second-best thing I wanna do at 7:45 in the morning is take a nice skinny-dip in the pool: meh! Doesn’t matter.
Well…the latter probably isn’t relevant. At this hour, one never knows what yard and pool workers will show up.
At least the Hound and I got out the door early enough for the day’s circumnavigation of the park. Not history’s most pleasant stroll, though: it’s muggy and sticky and yucky out there. Reminiscent of (un)lovely Saudi Arabia, where you could wake up in the morning and see rain falling out of a clear sky.
Arizona’s never that bad. But today, we’re in the competition. The air is hot, wet, and gummy. And air-conditioning notwithstanding, I sure am glad I don’t have a job where I have to throw myself around cleaning house. Or pretending to clean house.
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A-a-a-n-d…here she is!
What a marvelous pistol this lady is! If you MUST have someone underfoot all day, this is the one to have. 😀 She’s smart, she’s witty, she’s friendly, she’s got her act 100% together. And I think I can pester her into taking me to a grocery store.
She brought over some nopalitos: a type of cactus-based delicacy.
Onward!