Night Visitors
Let the javelina sort it out.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
In & around Tucson, Arizona
Let the javelina sort it out.
I must say, our route took us through some of the deepest reddest sections of the state, Trump country and then some, but from the sparse traffic on the roads it was clear most Arizonans are continuing to shelter in place at home.
Speaking of hopes, I pray the speaker of the house is taking extraordinary precautions against contracting coronavirus, or at least more stringent ones than the members of the executive branch have up to now. Jesus, what a shitshow!
… Maxie, who was an older girl when we got her, had never been leash trained and to this day doesn’t know what to do when we hook her up to one.
… our little band of Knuckledraggers maintained social distancing prior to and during trail, and no hands were shaken, even though we hadn’t seen one another in months and wanted to. On On, brother and sister hashers!
Donna and I still dress for the day every morning, though by the time we sit down to watch the nightly news we’re usually in our jammies.
I met Mayor Carolyn Goodman in March 2014, on a motorcycle trip to visit my son in Las Vegas.
And people ask me why I don’t believe there’s a god.