It's the very LAST thing I want to do. Few memories here that aren't bad ones, from the overwhelming physical fatigue of those long days at work, to the bed bug infestation with those three weeks in that cheap motel, to the loneliness and silence.
The last week has been busy as ever. I worked Monday through Thursday, 11-12 hour days, and we shared our clinic with the clinic in Whiteriver who had lightning hit their water plant. Total chaos. Then I drove to Tucson to attend to some medical issues at the VA there. That drive to Tucson is a wild, white-knuckled adventure. They could make an X-Box game based on it. Elk popping out, semi-trucks careening aroung blind curves, rocks and boulders to dodge, and a 40 degree temperature hike as you descend.
Yesterday and today I've been cooking.
Yes, me, cooking! I made a huge pot of Oxtail Stew yesterday. Today I made a Spinach Quiche, a giant batch of Pico de Gallo, and Barbequed Pulled Chicken for sandwiches. It's a tad spicy.
I also did three loads of laundry, vacuumed, washed the dishes (they were both dirty) and in between, I walked the cat.
Fig wants out all the time now. He cries at the door. He likes to roll around on the sidewalk, scratching his back, then I drag him over to the gravel. He'll walk on the gravel to the woods, and then goes nuts: Pouncing on bugs, chasing birds, eating anything green, and stopping to roll in the duff. I have to carry him home, he balks at the very thought. I've created a monster. This morning he brought me his leash in bed. When we're not outside, he's a glutton for attention and action: throw the toy, fetch the toy, pet me, rub my tummy, throw the toy...
There's also trouble in Paradise: robberies in our neighborhood in Kino. One was almost vicious, destruction for no reason other than meanness. Everyone there is on edge, accusations flying, tempers hot. I'm thinking it's a mistake to bring Ron here, leaving our home unprotected, hence the "Oy Gevalt" title of this post. We'll think on it some more.
Here's my new Johnny Depp coffee mug I had made at Wal-Mart's Photo Department:
And here's where my heart is ALL THE TIME:
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| Dylan, Jon, and Nora |
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