Kith and Kin Everywhere,
Just as winter never really hit the desert, summer is late, too. So far, it's been pretty pleasant weather in only the mid- to high 90s.
Debbie is here today, shoveling out the house and getting us ready for both boys this weekend. Debbie reminded us that she's been cleaning our house for a full decade, now. Wow, doesn't seem that long. She's more daughter than housekeeper.
Son Jeff has Boy Scout business in 'Vegas on Friday/Saturday in which one of his Tennessee Scouts, whose family moved to NV, is receiving his Eagle at a Court of Honor. When that ceremony is over, Jeff will rent a car and drive down to LHC for a couple of days for a visit. Leaves Tuesday.
Son Mike and Carolyn have their bowling league annual thing in Laughlin this weekend and will come down Sunday. First time the two boys have been together in decades -- not sure how long. Maybe a quarter of a century? They leave Monday.
No big jobs for them -- rehang one balky cabinet door in the kitchen. We replaced our A/C this week; 'bout the only other thing not perfect around the old teepee. Here in the desert, an A/C lasts only 15 years and we got 20 years out of the original, so we thought we'd put in a new 4-ton unit before this one crashed, perhaps in mid-summer.
Got another chunk cut out of my foot -- the left one this time. An old "freckle" turned nasty and had to be taken out. Also, one of the Wrightus brothers, Arthur, has hit my left-thumb big time, so no twisting action with the wrist. Thumb basal joint arthritis is no fun and that's why I can't tackle the kitchen cabinet hinge. Maybe I need my Shannon who knows about such things, but Mike has a firm grip on her and he's still working. Doctor doesn't want to inject it with that "big square needle" until he must.
We had a first on the back patio when Hardee and Babe brought 2 kids to learn from whence all meatballs can be found. Four roadrunners at one time. Dad Hardee still prefers eating from a plastic lid "plate" on the floor while mama Babe would rather that I hand her one while she's atop the wall. She takes in from between my fingers unerringly without touching me.
One baby takes a meatball from atop the wall, but not until I back off. If I understand the scoreboard correctly -- unlike baseball players, they don't wear numbers -- one baby still refuses coming over the wall onto the patio at dinnertime. Mom and dad may still be carrying food to him. But, only by their actions can one roadrunner be distinguished from another -- by me, at least. What fun!
We're still flirting with triple digits; only hitting 100 to 106 a couple of times, so far. When we return from our trip to act as fund-raising docents on the PT658, it should be just in time for the 120s. I made enough frozen meatballs for Harry to keep the roadrunners in food until we return. Jazz, as you may know, refuses to have a thing to do with them.
Guess the last measurable rain we had was in January -- if memory serves, so if and when the monsoons hit, they will be welcome. We are still harvesting lemons and kumquats, but one of the new tree's fruit is quite tangy! Must be a different strain. They will be OK dried and added to casseroles, but not for plucking to savor.
The drought is throughout the southwest and could become serious down Phoenix and Tucson way unless the Colorado River increases its flow. We need some serious winters upstream in Wyoming and Colorado as well as some serious summer monsoons in AZ. Too many people in L.A. and San Diego sipping from Lake Havasu as well as pouring over the non-existent but needed Trump wall.
Question: Instead of us harboring and welcoming "economic refugees," why don't they stay home and fix their own sh#@-hole countries. I know, "streets of gold." But that's wearing thin. Ignorant, uneducated, refusing to become e pluribus unum USA Americans and prefer their own enclaves. Do nothing for this country except take, take, take. If I may quote my friend Jerry in Santa Barbara, "Bullshit -- all is bullshit."
In my lifetime, we've added 200,100,00o peeing, pooping, eating, drinking, farting people to our fair nation!
Google it if you're doubting me. If they all paid taxes, it might be OK, but too many collect from the Treasury, not pay into it. Who in their right mind invented this "chain migration" stupidity? Dims, that's who! Let one freeloader in, you get the whole stinkin' village! Automated America does not need more freeloaders!
By the way, should anyone be reading my Snippets, please make a comment. I'm broadcasting in the blind, not knowing if it's in vain without you at least saying, "Hi."
All is well in the desert,
Love and hugs,
Jack&Marlene
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