Coffee heat rising

Thank Goodness for Amazon!

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Saudi-style weather: Hot, wet, sticky. Eighty-four degrees right now, at 7:20 in the morning: 105 predicted.

Out the door with the corgi, at dawn’s early light. Everyone else has the same idea: we have to circumvent the park to evade the potential dog fights.

Cleaning lady on her way this morning. That….

wait wait wait! It’s not the cleaning lady! WonderAccountant (who lives across the street, BTW) reports that her understanding is the woman who is supposed to show up is more on the order of a babysitter…hired by Dear Son.

Ohhhhh gooooodie…  

Just what I need: someone new to poke her nose into my business…

Mwa ha ha! Today, what we’ll have her poke her nose into is a grueling trip to Sprouts!  Poor babe….

Seriously: I need a few grocery items, but not enough to justify trudging block after block through 100-degree heat. If any such person does show up, what we’ll do right off the bat is put her up to schlepping around.

Hmmmmm……  Along that line, d’you suppose Sprouts delivers? If it does…how does one engineer that?

Hmmmmm….. They do deliver, but….the process to order up stuff is brain-banging. And it’s not clear that they deliver in this area.

Anyway, I can order up the dawg food from Amazon. Fresh groceries: apparently not so much.

Well. Let’s see if the proposed woman shows up here. If she does, first thing we do to make her crazy is ask her to schlep us over to the Sprouts. From there: straight downhill, the poor child!

😀

 

Lunch at the ‘Que…

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Got a steak and an ear of corn on the grill. But.. WTF? They don’t seem to be cooking!

It is horrifically hot out there in the backyard. The meat and corn oughta cook by themselves: just set ém out on the back table, eh? But they’re hardly browning…surely not charring, that’s for sure!

Hm. The grill is on. There’s plenty of propane. But it’s barely running.

Guess I’ll have to put this stuff on the stove to cook. Then call the BBQ guy to come fix…whatever’s wrong with it.

Goodie! Just what I wanted to do on a 100-degree day!

Back in the Hubs…

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What was that I was mumbling yesterday, about the Hubs of Hades?  HOLEEE doggerel! It’s not even 10 a.m. this morning, and it’s so hot out there you can hardly breathe.

Ruby and I: just back from circumambulating the park. For a change, not many fellow morons were out there, so most of the time we had the place to ourself.

Now…would you WANT it to yourself?

Questionable! 😀

Seriously: it’s hotter than a by-gawd out there: has been since we turned out of the sack around 7:00 a.m. Just short of 10:00 a.m. now…waaayyyy too long to lurk in the Arizona heat.

Ohhh well! Heat and humidity notwithstanding, it is SUCH a beautiful neighborhood. That park: it defies belief. Green green, green green grass. Lovely shade trees. Young parents rolling their infants around in strollers. Dogs frolicking about, chasing after balls and Frisbees. Wild birds visiting. Kids playing.

And right there: THAT is why I do not…do not…DO NOT want to be hauled off to the old-folks’ prison that is the Beatitudes. It’s such a joy to stroll over and watch the locals take in the pleasure of the park. How, in the name of God, am I going to avoid being dragged away from here?

Well, my house is a bit of a joy, too. If I weren’t too lazy to stumble into the backyard, I could plunge into the pool right now. Mounds of frilly cat’s-claw vines climb the cinderblock walls, blocking passers-by from peering in…and making it possible and safe for me to skinny-dip in my backyard. The neighbor’s wonderful kids play in their backyard, laughing and hollering and carrying on.

If my act were even faintly together this morning, I’d walk over to the Sprouts or down to the Albertson’s, there to pick up a few groceries.

But in the absence of a together act…I think not. Nothing on that list is an emergency. Ruby and I will continue loafing this morning — practice makes perfect, after all. Tomorrow I’ll skip the doggy-frolics and raid the nearest grocery store…BEFORE the heat comes up!

Or…hmmm… Maybe not. We now have an Uber driver living right across the street. In theory, I could put him up to driving me to a store. Or not: that sounds like work.

Let us think about that…for the next few hours…. 😀

Hotter’n the Hubs!

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Wunderground claims the temperature here in lovely uptown Phoenix is a balmy 93 degrees.

Hah! They must be CRAZY! The thermometer on the back porch reads HOT HOT HOT!

Hmmm…actually, it says 93 degrees. Yep. Right there in the shade. Barely on the high side of warm….

Must be a little humid today. Hmmmm…12 percent. That’s not bad.

Whatever: if feels hotter than hot out there.

Just got back from a stroll around the park. Thought I was gunna damn near melt before the Funny Farm’s front façade loomed into view. Good thing I didn’t take the little dawg with me. That asphalt pavement would have singed her feet right off.

Actually: I would have had to pick her up and carry across each road. Neither option much fun!

Guess I’d rather be in San Francisco….

Yeah. Today, so we’re told, we’d be looking at a high of 62 and a low of 52 there. Partly cloudy tonight. Tomorrow: Sunny, with a high of 66 and a low of 53. Looks like they expect that to be pretty consistent all week. With rain, off & on.

Rain? Rain??? Whazzaat?

Loafing through the past many hours, I haven’t done the main projected task of the day:  Wanted to run by the young lawyer’s office up by the El Rancho supermarket. The plan is to review the croak-over plans to be sure M’hijito gets Everything….and then some.

Seriously: I want him to get everything I own, with as close to zero hassle as possible. This will include real estate holdings as well as cash dollars and such. Not complicated — at least, I don’t think so. But I figure we’d better be sure everything is set up correctly.

Gawdlmighty, I hate this bureaucratic BS. But guess there’s no way around it.

At any rate, I spavined my left heel this morning. Hurts like the dickens. So…that lets out strolling up to the next big intersection and hiking around the shops there in search of Young Lawyer. If my son hadn’t made off with my car, I’d still be able to set up this part of his inheritance. But…hey…ya get what you ask for, eh? 😉

The car won’t make up for the jillion bucks in cash. But…it’ll be something. I guess. 😀

 

 

 

Good Morning, Dogmerica!

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WHY, oh why are people SOOOO STUPID?

Just back from the morning (almost typed “moroning”….talk about your Freudian slips!) hike around the park. That’s a mile or so of trotting along  behind a very bossy corgi, dodging fellow dog-slaves around a lovely, grassy expanse.

Well. It would be lovely if my fellow humans could manage to cling to just a smidgeon of their brains.

Idiots.

The ones who take the proverbial cake are the nitwits who imagine their dog “just wants to pwayyy” with my dog.

Me: Please keep your dog back.

Nit: It’s OK. They just want to pwaayyyy…

Me: No, stupid. My dog just wants to eat your dog!

God, but I’m tired of stupid! 

Apparently we have a bottomless supply of it, though. Don’t seem to be able to escape it.

Please. When you’re out with your dog…

a) Keep your dog on its leash (!!!); and
b) Refrain from imagining that every other dog you encounter wants to be your doggy’s little pal!!!!!

Some of your fellow human idiots are mightily tired of being dragged into dog fights!