{chortle!} So much for any proposed scam to take Ruby into the Sprouts or the Albertson’s with me, disguised as a “service dog.”
Without exaggeration, it is hotter than the hubs of Hades out there. Come ten in the morning, I take it into my fuzzy little head to make a pointless little circumnavigation of the ‘Hood: Incredibly stupid!
Walk a block in that heat, and you feel like you’re gonna pass out.
So, shortly, it was turn about and head back to the air-conditioned Funny Farm. Boring, but at least boring is unlikely to kill you.
At any rate, tromping around on those sizzling sidewalks surely is likely to kill the corgi…or at least burn the hide off her little feet. Fortunately, the human had the foresight to leave her home: foregoing the “service dog” boondoggle.
Y’know…I do hate this place. If I could find a better place to live that I could afford, I’d be outta here in an instant.
It’s the that I can afford that’s the operative term. Now that I’m old and retired, my savings will not buy into a lot of middle-class venues. Not within reasonable driving distance of my son, that is.
My parents retired from Southern California (where my father made a decent living) and betook themselves to Sun City, dragging me with them.
Of course, I wasn’t allowed to live there: youth being against the rules in lovely Sun City. No problem: they got me out of their hair by sending me down to the University of Arizona in Tucson. That took care of the problem for four years.
Thence, it was off to a real job for me, based in central Phoenix.
Another garden spot… /eyeroll/
Ugh!
Where would I live, if I could go anywhere I choose?
> Berkeley, California: whence my mother’s more affluent side of the family.
> San Francisco: the city of my dreams.
> The Gold Bar Ranch, up on the Mogollon Rim. We owned a share of it while my dear ex-husband was part of the law firm whose partners glommed it. When I divorced him, I divorced the ranch. That was stupid…
> Switzerland: A high-rise slice of heaven.
> Prescott, Arizona: Also up on the Mogollon Rim. Pretty town with a nice university campus that supports — can you imagine, here in Arizona?? — an intellectual life.
Really: not very many places, given that I’ve traveled all over the world and lived in the Middle East, England, and the north, the east, and the west of the United States.
Whew!
I’m exhausted, after the mid-morning tour of the ‘Hood. And so…
Awaaaayyy!!!
Off to the sack, with a little dog to decorate the foot of the bed!
