Another cozy warm afternoon in lovely Arizona.
All I wanted to do out there in the freakin’ backyard was pull the garden hose around to get water on the trees (whose automatic watering system has failed) and on the weed in the middle of the backyard (whose automatic sprinkler has failed) and on the roses in back (whose automatic sprinkler has failed).
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
And fail.
Hotter than the hubs out there. No clouds in sight, but once again the air feels almost as humid as effin’ Saudi Arabia on the shore of the effin’ Persian Gulf.
Drag hose.
Drag hose.
Drag hose.
Drag hose.
Drag….
Sick and tired of DRAGGING. In the HEAT!
In front: can’t find sprinklers. Appears some worthy soul has stolen them. You can’t leave anything out front that’s not red-hot or nailed down. What is the MATTER with me that I don’t seem to be able remember that little factoid?
Senility, no doubt.
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5:00 p.m. give or take.
Some worthy has definitely stolen the sprinklers off the (walled!) front patio. So it appears, anyway. Another search led to no sign of the escapees. So I think it’s safe to assume they were purloined.
grrrrr! Too bad I can’t electrify the damn things.
So tomorrow I’ll have to schlep to the Depot or the hardware store and buy another couple of damn sprinklers.
I mean…jeez! It’s not like the things cost much! Dude! You can’t afford to buy your own damn sprinklers????
Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a way to secure the things — to wire them in place, for example. So…it looks like if you don’t want your sprinklers stolen, you have to disconnect them from the hose every time you finish watering and lock them inside garage.
Chilly afternoon: only 88 degrees at 5:40 in the afternoon. Brrr!!!! We’re told the temp is supposed to go town to 70 tonight… YOW! Get out the wool blankets!
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Somehow, I find that a little dubious. It certainly hasn’t been as allegedly “cool” as predicted today. Wunderground is predicting highs in the 70s throughout the upcoming week.
Yeah. Sure.