Kith and Kin Everywhere on this beautiful Sunday,
Marlene and I arose at 0500 to perform our early morning personal chores before the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's 0530 Sunday morning TV serenade. Musical oriented Marlene who has attended the Choir's live recital, loves to watch/listen. I got on the computer inasmuch as I'm too tone-deaf to appreciate music of any kind.
Breakfast, then she hauled me to the gym. Treadmill, seated-row machine and I was ready to quit. We came home to lunch of left-over stuff. I had made a "spaghetti" dish of chicken thighs, Brussels sprouts, alfredo sauce with soba noodles rather than spaghetti. It was enough for 3 meals -- one more to go.
With Homer moving off to new territory, apparently, his son Hardee acquired Babe to be his mate. There is a baby or babies somewhere for we can hear the baby roadrunner very loud, "Erk, erk, erk, erk." cry to be fed. Silent Babe wants to stay atop our back patio wall and be fed from my fingers, while Hardee prefers to utter coos to me and eat between my feet from a plastic lid. They present totally different personal characteristics. So cute!
Into the fourth generation, now, we are seeing a phenomenon: The new generation chick, grown to adulthood, takes over the territory while the dad disappears -- to new pastures? The Web proclaims a lifespan of 7 to 8 years, though. Interesting; another desert survival trait?
With the Snowbirds flocking back northward, our city's traffic is once again light and peaceful. We've already had some triple digit days that we love and the Snowbirds abhor like the plague. The forecast is for triple digits through next Friday.
Quarterly blood test tomorrow, then breakfast out. Tuesday, our new heat pump will be installed beginning at 0630. Sometime during the coming week, we both need to go to the range and pop some caps. My Sig P238WTP still is not broken-in. Marlene needs to exercise her carry-gun, a Ruger LC9.
We're seeing quite a few houses for sale and new homes going up, so we assume that the exodus from Draconian Kalifornia's idiocy remains in full bloom. Now, some bozo wants independence from the USA. Mexico's 32nd state?
Full bloom reminds me of our saguaro in the front yard -- blooms all over it!
Let us know what's happening around your casa.
All is well in the desert,
Hugs,
Jack&Marlene
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