Yuch!!!!! It’s a Rasty Nasty morning out there, come 7:00-ish. “Rasty Nasty” is what my father used to call Ras Tanura, the oil camp where we lived by the shore of the (hot! sticky!!) Persian Gulf while he worked as a harbor pilot out there.
One place where you do not want to spend any of your lifetime is Saudi Arabia. What a horrible place!
Ohh well…. The dawg and I are back in the house, having staggered down the west side of the park and back through the slab of the neighborhood that I like to call Lower Richistan. Made it back inside without passing out…that’s something, anyway.
By the time the Human finishes cooling off in the air conditioning, M’jito’s babysitters will be here. He’s hired these women to keep watch on me…and you can see the vast Nuisance Potential entailed in that. If you’re a person who’s accustomed to doing what you want, when you want, the LAST thing you want or need is people underfoot all day. Especially not strangers.
So this is going to convert life at home into misery at home. And I’ll tellya: I ain’t a-lookin’ forward to it.
Oh, well. At least Ruby and I managed to steal a few minutes of pleasurable meandering. Now we’re back home, waiting for the nuisances to show up.
Dayum!
Right now, what I most want is an hour of peace and quiet in the silence of my own home, with only a dawg to keep me company. If pests want to show up in an hour or two, that’s fine. But NOT NOW, dammit!!
Anyway, we’ll have three fans blowing — one in the kitchen and two in the family room — which at least should help to cool the poor creatures down. It is SO hot and SO humid out there that it takes you a good half-hour to cool down, even with the AC set at 80 and all the fans blasting.
This humidity is alien stuff here in Arizona, where the air is usually dry and crisp — heat or no heat. Hot and humid was indeed the weather we “enjoyed” in unlovely Saudi Arabia.
I hate this place. Ohhhhhh how I wanna goooo home!
And “home” is San Francisco!
On the bright side, as you get to know these strangers, they won’t be strangers anymore. 🙂 And they’re in your home, which means you’re in your home and not forced to move into assisted living.
I suspect that if you talk with them, they’ll be glad to give you some space to do your thing on the computer or whatever else and just be on hand in case you need something. The ones you’ve mentioned so far sound like very pleasant people.