Leading off with a selfie taken this morning outside my dermatologist’s office. I mentioned a troublesome cyst a few posts back. “Back” being the operative word — it’s on my back, right in the unreachable middle, and it’s back for round number four. Third time’s the charm, they say, and so I believed. What do they say about the fourth? This thing may keep coming back for the rest of my days. Good thing I have Medicare, am I right? Surely Trump & Co. won’t be coming for that!
I’m wearing a straw cowboy hat I keep in the truck. These are heavily favored by immigrant landscapers and yard crews in southern Arizona, and I can understand why. Decent sun protection, light as a feather, cheap to replace when it’s soaked up too much sweat. If I ever have to change a tire on the side of the road again, I’ve got the right hat for it. And that jaunty brim!
Feeling a knot in my back still, but it’s probably just the lidocaine wearing off. I should be used to this by now.
You Can’t Read This!
And this was before the election! Here’s an excerpt:
A spokesperson for Florida’s department of education told The Associated Press that there no books were being banned in Florida and defended the state’s push to remove “sexually explicit materials” from schools.
“Once again, far left activists are pushing the book ban hoax on Floridians. The better question is why do these activists continue to fight to expose children to sexually explicit materials,” said spokesperson Sydney Booker.
Better get used to hearing this, because you’re going to be hearing it a lot: “We’re not banning books, we’re just restricting access to sexually explicit materials.”
The torch & pitchfork mob must be drooling in anticipation of the Trump administration.
Our gypsy friends Bill and Terri, who spent the summer in Alaska, are stopping over in Tucson for a few days next week. They’ll park their fifth-wheel trailer at the Davis-Monthan AFB FamCamp, part of a network of military base RV camps around the country. They pull it with a heavy-duty pickup truck, which they can detach for local trips and sightseeing. They’re on their way to Mexico for a stay at Puerto Peñasco, aka Rocky Point, a fishing village on the Sea of Cortez popular with folks hereabout. We’re planning on feeding them a good meal, possibly going out to dinner with them as well, and dropping by the FamCamp for a tour of their long, long trailer. Donna’s been thinking about getting a small trailer and hitting the road, so she’s as curious about the lifestyle as I am.
Meanwhile, though, we’re still hotel people. For the price of a decent trailer and the new heavy-duty pickup we’d need to tow it, we can stay at a lot of nice hotels. Speaking of which, we’re going to Palm Springs for a short stay over our upcoming anniversary. Last night I booked us into a downtown Best Western, right across the street from the art museum and close to the air museum at Palm Springs Airport.
December 2nd will be our 59th anniversary, so this short trip — a six-and-a-half hour drive each way — is a mini-rehearsal for our 60th, when we plan to drive I-10 all the way to the East Coast and work our way from Jacksonville up to Maine, then back home along a more northern & central route, passing through Ohio (where Donna has family) and Missouri (where I do) on the way. Lots of nights in hotels on that trip, unless we do indeed get a little trailer. Guess I’d better get off my ass and start mapping out routes and itineraries.
Polly has an interview at Costco this morning, for a full-time position in the bakery. Wish her luck, okay? Girl needs a job!
Why do I feel time’s running out for ordering Chinese wristwatches? Oh yeah … tariffs.
On that cheerful thought, I’ll take my leave.