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!
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