…you are stuck in a foot and a half of snow. Sal and I are in Arizona getting a tan. Life is so unfair sometimes. Poor babies…..
But it is not like it is all wine and roses here, ya know….well, that’s not true. We have wine every day. Roses in a few days (Valentines)…..but, you know what I mean. It’s hard here sometimes, too. The internet is patchy. The desert doves can be a bit noisy in their cooing now and then. We have our challenges. What to make for dinner, for instance? Or do we go out? Nothing new on Netflix. Can you feel our pain?
Well, never mind. We’ll muddle through. We’ve gotten through worse. This, too, shall pass. In three weeks, actually, dammit! Gawd! I hope it rains softly and warmly for a week between then and now. I am not looking forward to slush. Hell, getting the Avalanche dusty is about as much hardship as I can deal with right now. I haven’t even dealt with that. “Oh, I’ll wash it on the weekend.”
I’ve said that for the last few weekends.
Car washing is a thing here. All the guys and some of the women get out on the weekend and wash their cars. It’s weird. I guess it’s the Arizonian equivalent of Vancouver suburbanites cutting the lawn but, here, the lawn is astro-turf and no one has a lawn mower. So, washing the car is showing pride of ownership, I guess.
Sal went out and swept the astro-turf.
It’s the thought that counts.
Here’s weird: I am starting to like the desert. Kinda. My host has a nice yard and he has planted cactus and palm trees with patches of astro-turf and paving stones to make a very pleasant ‘Palm Desert’ kinda thing goin’ on. With the BBQ and the gas fire-pit, it is American south-west domestic and pleasant.
If I start wearing cowboy boots, please shoot me.
My host’s buddy (also BC based) has just pulled in to his house right next door. Last night. He’s here for his few weeks of ‘break’. The next generation (they are in their 40’s) of snow-birds is in the making.
Circle of life, eh?