Gorgeous morning! Nothin’ new for October in Arizona.
Great doggy-walk, from one end of the ‘Hood to the other. Nothin’ new for Ruby the Corgi.
Yard dudes down the street ripping up the place with their LOUD goddamn hardware. Nothin’ new for this time of day.
Pool Dude in and outta here before I could catch him. Nothin’ new there, either.
E-mail all f**ked up… Well, yeah. That IS something new. Something that will consume about half the morning and probably cause me to grind my teeth halfway down to the gum line.
Yeah. TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY unopened message in the in-box, 98% of them junk. So now I’ve got to scan those and delete the hundred and ninety-nine that are trash. No idea what brought that on. And without a car, I can’t schlep the machine to my usual computer dudes to get them to figure out the problem.
This is, actually, one of the few occasions where an owned car really is NEEDED. Most of the time, I’m finding (to my astonishment!), you can get by without one just fine.
More than fine, actually.
Exquisite hip pain this morning.
Dayum! It was about gone by yesterday evening. So I thought hallelujah brothers and sisters, i’m CURED.
LOL! Not so much, eh?
I’m slated to accompany M’jito to the physical therapist this afternoon. His appointment, not mine. But since I’ve come to know those folks, I may work up the nerve to ask them what I can do to ease the current excruciation. Otherwise, it’s half a day wasted schlepping to the doctor’s office (again!), several days wasted waiting for an appointment, 30 or 40 more minutes wasted driving to the therapist’s gym and waiting around and waiting around and waiting around.
One of the signal fixtures of old age is the doctor’s office. Ohhhhboyyy! Am I ever SICK of visiting doctors’ offices. And since my son rests his faith in the august Mayo Clinic, a “visit” to the doctor’s office means a traipse to the far side of Scottsdale: 30 or 40 minutes on the road, each way.
Old Age: what a bizarre land!!!
This morning I was horrified to discover that SDXB does not remember the accident we were in a few years ago. I was driving & he was the passenger.
We were cruising through a dangerous slum, in the rain and in the dark. As we approached the freeway underpass — we were headed south on a six-lane road (seven, if you count the left-turn lane…) — the light changed.
The idiot ahead of me, seeing a yellow light, SLAMMED on her brakes. This caused her to screech to a halt in the middle of otherwise normal traffic. And that caused me to rear-end the moron.
And because I was the one who hit her, I was deemed to be at fault.
You can imagine what this exploit has done to my auto insurance — years later! Despite the fact that it was a minor fender-bender.
And now — years later — the frikkin’ Mayo is using it as an excuse to nullify my driver’s license!
WTF?????
I’ve about had it, and am beginning to think about moving to another state, just to get away from this BS. But of course — as you know — insurance companies follow you wherever you go. This means there’s probably no escape from my criminal driving record.
So I’m profoundly infuriated. Really, there’s no excuse for this crapola. Move to another state? How about Sinaloa?
Seriously: I may need to decamp to Mexico to get away from the bullsh!t attack. And frankly…that comes under the heading of “More Trouble Than It’s Worth.”
In brighter realms… Ohhhh my! I wish, Dear Reader, you could have been with me and Ruby on our morning hike. We passed a house where a young father had his toddler out in front. The kid was having a gay old time in a stroller. And…hoooleee maquerel! You have never seen a cuter, more adorable, more awe-inspiringly gorgeous little kid in YOUR LIFE!!!!!
What a delightful young fella!
See, this is one of a jillion reasons I would never wanna decamp to Sun City. How can anyone live without the glory of little kids? Without the ever-entertaining lunacy of teenagers? Without the harassed joy of young parents?
This is life in the’Hood. And, in my opinion, it’s what makes life worth living!
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