Wednesday Bag o’ Days
You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
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You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
“Monsoon” is a relative term; in southern Arizona it means summertime thunderstorms, an everyday event in most places but a momentous and welcome one here in the desert.
Pandemic? What pandemic?
Anxiety over being able to find restrooms … and reluctance to use one if we do find one open during the pandemic … is probably keeping as many of us home as fear of contracting the coronavirus.
I’m in my 70s now, and when I write the only organization I represent is me, so I reckon I can be a curmudgeon and disagree with the AP Stylebook on a point or two.
It me again, with another 4th of July photoblog. But first …
It’s time for another update on our ailing dachshund, Mister B.
I wrote this post in December 2009. The events I described occurred some 30 years earlier. Things that once seemed as if they’d never change did change … for the better, I have to admit. My wife and I went to her salon and got pedicures. I haven’t quite digested the experience, or decided if […]