Last time we were in these parts, Funny remarked that the weather was hotter than the hubs of Hades. No kidding….
Well, we’re still lurking in that locale.
Not yet 8:00 in the morning, and we have 93 degrees, with 21 percent humidity under “partly cloudy” skies. No rain in the forecast.
Dog and Human, having circumambulated the neighborhood as dawn was cracking, are perched on the bed. The Human sincerely hopes no nuisances show up at the door…as we scribble, the righteous and the well-meaning are out there trying to recruit her to an old-folks’ home.
How exactly I’m gonna evade that fate escapes me: Greyhound bus, maybe? Will they let me take the dawg on a bus??? Hmmmm…well, no. Not unless you can faze it past them as a “service dog.” Good luck with that…
At any rate, it’s definitely another soggy doggy day…even inside the house, the air feels damp. And that places Arizona smack in the middle of Hades!
So I consider: Do I really want to stay here?
Surely not if I’m likely to be nabbed and locked up in a prison for the elderly.
How likely is that to happen? Well…I’d give it about a 40 percent chance. Which is about 100 percent more than one would like…
Once again, we’re brought back to the fact that women in my family who didn’t smoke and didn’t catch amoebic dysentery in some god-forsaken Arabian desert have lived well into their 90s. And in pretty damn good health, we might add.
But as one ages, one tends to be infantalized. And that leads those around you to take over your life and decide matters like where you will live and how you will be treated.
And I for one do NOT wish to be treated as a child.
How exactly to evade that fate pretty much escapes me.