Ugh!!!!! Don’t know when I’ve seen a day this soggy since we lived in Saudi Arabia, by the shore of the Persian Gulf. What a horrid swampy morning, under the glow of the morning sun!
Seriously: one wonders how the air could be this wet without clouds and rain. But…having lived by that gulf shore, one does know it’s possible. Horridly possible.
Out there, I’ve seen it start to rain out of a clear blue sky. No: no exaggeration. I’d be looking out my bedroom window, the swamp cooling that passed as air-conditioning pounding away, and all of a sudden water would just start to pour out of the air. No clouds. No sprinklers going. Just rain condensing out of the humidity.
That’s central Arizona for you!
Dawg and Human: just in the door after a stroll around the neighborhood, through the late pre-dawn hours. Made it back to the house before too much damage was done…though my hair is still wet from sweat and damp air.
Honest to gawd, WHAT possessed my dear parents to drag us to this Hellish place?
Oh, yeah: Sun City. No kids screaming outside your window when you’re tryin’ to take a nap!
No joke: My father hated kids. And he especially hated them when they were set loose to play outdoors.
When he and my mother discovered Sun City as we were driving across the country one time, he thought he’d found Nirvana: NO KIDS!
Ugh.
So as soon as he could afford to retire, he quit his job, and they packed up and moved to beautiful (childless!!) Arizona. They got me into the University of Arizona a year early — I hadn’t yet graduated from high school, and no one under 19 is allowed to live in (un)lovely Sun City, unless they’re enrolled in college.
Anyhow…that’s how I got to this charming venue, stuck in Arizona when I should be living in the San Francisco Bay Area…where I belong.
Yes, I do hate it here. But my son is here. He has a job here. And I’m not about to leave where he’s living.
🙁