Or maybe make that “STILL”?
At 11:30 in the morning, the thermometer in the darkest part of the back porch reads A HUNDRED AND TEN DEGREES.
Yeah: we’re talkin “in the shade.”
So. It’s another balmy day in Arizona…leave us all despise it.
Seriously: I do have to say that if I could escape from this place, I would. RIGHT NOW.
Actually, I would’ve escaped some time ago…
Where would I escape to?
Probably the San Francisco Bay Area, whither my mother and I emanated some years ago.
When my sea-faring father retired, the two of them betook themselves to Sun City, here in fricasseeing Arizona. Looked ideal to them: NO KIDS.
And yes, they did hate, loathe, and despise kids. And anyone whose skin color differed from their own.
To my mind, that communal sentiment out there makes Sun City a highly undesirable place. Hate does not seem like an ideal foundation upon which to build your life.
Ohhhh well. To each his/her own, eh?
My part of town — the North Central district — is considerably better educated and considerably more humane than [un]lovely Sun City. Hate is not the foundation upon which this part of town was built.
But still…it’s hot. It’s miserable. And it ain’t San Francisco.
If I could get back to the City, I sure would. But as a practical matter, I can’t see how that would happen: Just can’t afford it. And as a sentimental matter: my son is here and I ain’t movin’ away from him.
Lucky him, eh? 😀
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Jayzuz! Just now we have water pouring –– and I do mean POURING– on one of the trees in front. Poor little plant looks like it’s about to keel right over.
Once the timer runs on that, I’ll have to drag the hose across the yard to another parched victim.
See what I mean when I say that I hate this place? Those trees, like all the other plants in the Funny Farm’s yard, are on an automatic watering system. Regular, timed watering is not enough to keep them alive in this f*cking heat.
That notwithstanding…you don’t even wanna know what the water bill is gonna look like.
Ugh. When I say I hate this place, I do mean I hate this place.
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…hose drag hose drag hose drag hose drag hose drag…
Okay, we got PART of half of the front yard watered. Meanwhile, other environs are more desperate. Sooo…
Dragged the hose into the backyard. Got it running on the paloverde tree and on one of the roses.
The rose plant is dying. I very much doubt that it’ll survive.
So much for the watering system’s timer, eh? It was set to water those damn plants every day, in this heat.
Yeah. Okay. After this, I’ll have to do a hose drag EVERY DAY until the weather cools.
- Westside roses
- Potted plants on the east-facing side of the west wall
- All four citrus trees in the backyard
- The mountains of cat’s-claw vines climbing on the north wall — vines that are struggling to survive
On and on and on. Apparently the watering system has crapped out in some way…but I can’t find the problem. That means I’ll have to hire an irrigation guy to come in, figure it out, and fix it.
Goodie.
And some moron butched up my rolls of masking tape. So, to post new charts for my guys, I’ll have to order more of that from Amazon. No, I cannot drive to the store: my son has kiped my car. No, I cannot walk to the store in 110-degree heat. And Amazon gouges you upwards of $4 for delivery.
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Gaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!
Migawd. Nobody could have been this stupid! Nobody could have fu*ked everything up this elegantly without knowing what he was doing.
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Seriously: No one could have made a mess like this by accident. No. They deliberately dorked up everything in my yard!!!
Wish I knew who “they” might be…so I could fire them.
This is, no doubt about it, purposful vandalism.