Fun, ain’t it? Ever entertaining.
Looks like the last attempt at a post went up OK. But…am not sure.
Let’s see if this one works.
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Trying again….
Hmmm…. It doesn’t look like Funny has COMPLETELY crashed…but something is direly wrong.
God. It’s over 100 degrees outside. My son has kiped my car. It’s a six- or eight-block walk to the nearest computer store. How on EARTH am I going to get this system working again?????
Testing
May 25, 2:05 p.m. Have I crashed Funny about Money??
Hotter Than the Hubs…
Ayup! It’s mighty balmy out there...if you take “balmy” to mean “crazy.”
Wunderground claims the outside temp is a mere 93 degrees, here at 11:23 in the morning. Couldn’t prove that by me…I’d have put it closer to 100. Maybe even over 100, come to think of it.
Google‘s weather page puts the humidity at 18%. Right…sherrr…
Weather.com: 14%.
Okay. Whatever.
Funny’s Weather Channel reports
- Hotter than the Hubs of Hades
- Damp
- Sticky
- Horrid
- And what kind of nut case wants to live here?
Seriously: sometimes I do wonder why I stay here. Why, indeed?
* No. 1 reason: my excellent son is here
* No. 2: Dunno any better place
* No. 3: Too damn lazy to get off my duff, search for a better place, pack, and move
Are those good enough?
Well. Good enough for gummint work. Good enough for me, too. Especially reason #1.
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Just back from a traipse around the ‘Hood. Boredom drives one to do all sorts of crazy things, eh?
Seriously: It’s a pleasant area. If I could move out easily and with minimal expense, would I?
Hmmmm….
Probably not.
SDXB tried to talk me into moving to Sun City when he decamped for that garden spot. Answer to that was No! Not on your life!
- Partly because I’ve lived in Sun City and overall hated it.
- Largely because my son is here in central Phoenix, and I ain’t moving away from him.
- Partly because I sure don’t wanna spend that kind of money for very little (or no) improvement in living conditions.
- And no doubt we could come up with a bunch more good reasons, if it weren’t too damn hot to think just now. 😀
Truth to tell, I believe the only reason I would move away from the Funny Farm would be to decamp to the San Francisco Bay Area. And that would be only if my son moved up there.
For my purposes (retired, professional goof-off, lover of warm weather, dawg owner extraordinaire, morally opposed to work), Phoenix is as perfect as you can get. As cities go, it resembles Southern California burgs such as Long Beach or Anaheim. It’s well supplied with nice stores, decent restaurants, & things to do. But… add to that: its cost of living is well within reason.
Why would anyone go anywhere else? 😀
Yeah, there are more sophisticated places to live. But….
> a) they tend to be one helluva lot more expensive than this place; and
> b) you can find your own sophistication, right here in lovely uptown Phoenix.
Hmmm… The Dawg has settled into her afternoon nap. And now the Human thinks it will follow suite. And so…
A-w-a-a-a-y!
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TIRED of Stupid!
Just back in the house from the early a.m. doggy-walk.
Trouble with Doggy-Walk is that every moron on the planet is out there on the sidewalks walking their doggies. And NO AMOUNT of repeating my dog doesn’t want to “pway” with your dog; my dog wants to eviscerate your dog will persuade the idiots to keep their damn dogs away from Ruby.
So that makes an early-moron walk a bit of a struggle.
God! I’m tired of stupid.
WHY are people SO. DAMNED. STUPID???????
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Hot, humid, and sticky out there! That does nothing to enhance one’s patience with one’s fellow morons.
Oh well. It really is a nasty morning. Let’s see what the Weather Service says is goin’on…
???? Only 82 degrees! At 1% humidity(????).
Ahhhh, c’mon guys!
You sure couldn’t prove that by me. Google says the humidity level is 30% …. that’s a little more credible.
Ohhhh welll….
Ruby the Corgi and I kicked off the day by roaming around our local streets. When you are a dawg, you get to go out and sniff every square inch of asphalt…or else! ARF!
It is a nice neighborhood! Yea verily: such a nice neighborhood that I want to stay here until I die.
Letting old bats stay in their homes through their dotage is no longer in style. When I first moved here, an older generation of homeowners was still in place, and they tended to STAY in place until they died or until they truly could no longer live on their own, not for love nor money. I do miss those old ladies now — gone to their graves, every one.
Ohhh well, Before too long, I’ll be joining them.
Just hope I can stay in my home until the Great Reunion in the Sky happens! These days, older Americans end up in prisons for the superannuated: nasty institutions where you’re deprived of your freedom and kept in place until you die.
Horrible!
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Hotter than the hubs out there just now!
Jet airplanes, probably from Luke AFB, roar overhead. Too lazy to get up and look at them: they could be an early-morning phalanx of passenger jets from Sky Harbor, the commercial airport to the southeast of here.
My stepsister and her family lived just up the road from Sky Harbor. You could hear the unholy racket inside the house with all the doors & windows shut tight. Roar Roar Roar all day long!
Crazy-making!
Hmmmm…. Maybe that explains something about her & her husband: demented right-wingers, they were.
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LOL! That notwithstanding…I did enjoy her so very much, and do miss her to this day. What an amazing woman she was! Back in the day when the highest and best use of a woman’s time was as a housewife, she went to law school and became a superior court judge.
A bit of a fascistic nut case, she was. But her politics notwithstanding, I surely did like her a lot, and admired her remarkable achievements, done during a time when women took undergraduate degrees in Education, because teaching in some high school was about the best any of us were ever gonna do.
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Welp…I tire. A consequence, no doubt, of rolling out of the sack at the first glimmer of sunrise.
And so: back into the sack.
A-w-a-a-a-y!
Fire Central!
Gosh…am I glad we’re not still in Southern California. That’s where I was born, yea verily. Though I grew up overseas — in Saudi Arabia — when my father retired, we moved back to the States, where we ended up in Long Beach, part of the vast L.A. sprawl.
Never cared for Southern California, myself. Smog is not to my taste. Nor are the noise and the traffic and the overall atmosphere of Looney Toons. But boyoboy! Today those fires would tear it for me!
I imagine my mother would have packed us up — well, “us” would have been “her and me,” since my father continued to make a living going to sea with the Merchant Marine — and we would have headed up the coast to the San Francisco Bay Area. She would have barged in on our relatives in Berkeley, and there we would have stayed until the drama subsided.
They would have put up with us for awhile, I expect: a couple of weeks, probably. Much longer than that: ???? Unknown. But I suppose if she were really scared, she could have rented a motel room for us.
Anyhow…awful glad not to be there now!!