Just back from about two miles through 105-degree heat. HOLEE shee-ut! Not only hot out there, but passing muggy. If I had any sense, I’d plunge into the pool. But…
a) No, I have no sense; and
b) It’s 107 in the shade out there on the back porch
Jayuz, it’s almost as miserable as Arabia.
And THAT, my friends, is bloody miserable.
On the way to and from the shopping centers, I walk past these blocks of apartments that my mother wanted me and DXH to move into when we first explored this part of town.
WHY in the NAME of God would your mother want you to move into a ticky-tacky pile sandwiched between a freeway on-ramp and one of the busiest, loudest surface streets in the Valley???
Never did understand her enthusiasm for those dumps, except that they superficially resembled apartments she and I inhabited in Southern California.
Ugh. Long Beach Redux. Who would choose to live in such a place?
Oddly, though, our Realtor found us a development to the east of the freeway, a tract that amounts to a pleasant middle-class neighborhood with a nice park, plus some distance between most of the houses and the traffic racket. And the structures in it are HOUSES, not tumble-down apartments.
Phoenix is kinda weird that way. Ticky-tacky tracts interspersed with reasonably decent middle-class developments wrapped around upscale neighborhoods. That’s our garden spot.
Ohhh well.
It seems unreasonably hot out there. Just now, Wunderground tells us the temp is a balmy 110 degrees. Lovely.
Passed a truck driver in one of the parking lots, loading boxes — by hand — into his semi. Ugh!!!! Some people’s jobs, eh? Offered to help, but mercifully he declined.
Finally made it home and now am loafing in the air-conditioning.
You don’t even wanna KNOW what the power bill is gonna be this month. My guess,, though, is around $300.
Summer bills run upwards of $200 here. But then, in the winter they’re practically nil…so it all levels out.
Welp…at least we don’t live in Texas. Have you seen the horror shows emanating from that place? Floods that wash people away, drown folks hiding in attics...augh!
That’s whence my father’s family emanated. I can remember my uncle relating memories of times when he and my aunt stood on their wooden porch and watched tornadoes sail past on the prairie. Never did understand how they escaped those storms…guess the weather must have been off in the distance.
Argh! As my father used to say: Texas is a good place to be from…as far from it as you can get.
