Accuweather: Humidity 50% at 7:37 a.m., wind 3 mph Predicts a high of 103. Yeah…it’s gotta be that already!
Shindig in the park: July 4. Place is overrun with kids and dogs and grown-ups. Shenanigans under way. IMHO, w-a-a-y-y too hot to be shuffling around out there!
It’s great fun to see all the little kids racing around in the park. All the parents chasing around after them. That place is gonna be mobbed at 8:00 a.m. Ruby and I got our morning doggy-walk done just in the nick of time.
It is sooooo hot and humid over there just now. Feels like lovely Saudi Arabia. At least that happens only a few days a year in Arizona. On the shore of the Persian Gulf, this kind of suffocating weather occupies a good third of the year.
Despite the mile-plus hike, I’ve hurt my hip bad enough that mild exercise doesn’t help. Yea verily: hurts like Hell!
Some years ago, a MayoDoc said I would one day need to have surgery on that thing. Looks like the day has about arrived.
Which raises the obvious question: HOW am I going to manage a four-bedroom house, a third of an acre, a pool, and an active little dog when I’m laid up with a bum hip?
No idea how that’s going to work out. Ruby, I guess, will have to stay at M’jito’s place. She hates that. Sits by the door the whole time she’s there, staring and waiting for her human to come back, open it, walk inside, and rescue her.
Meanwhile, my son — the Emperor of the Universe — has decided I’m too decrepit to be driving safely. (In that, he may very well be right…). So he has purloined the Dog Chariot and intends to sell it for me.
Ducky.
So, I’ll be thrown back on Uber drivers, or on surreptiously renting a car from the lot up the road. This, as you might imagine, will not be a good thing…seven ways from Sunday!
Argha.
Well, I can walk to a Sprouts and two large supermarkets — though I intend to investigate their skills at delivery.
Problem is, Americans by and large tend not to know how to select fresh produce. And fresh produce makes up the major portion of my diet. So…if I can’t get to a store to pick out my own food, I’m gonna have a major headache. But there doesn’t seem to be much I can do about it.
Right now I can’t walk much of anywhere. I seem to have sprained a hip. This morning’s stroll around the park about crippled me!
Seriously: I don’t even know if I can make it into the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee.
…Let’s try it…
Ooooohhh f’rcryin’ out loud!
It STOPPED! The pain suddenly, completely QUIT.
Why? No clue.
But it’s gone.
Too weird.
Is this whole day gonna be bizarre???