Friday, October 09, 2015
Thursday, October 08, 2015
Funny because monsoon season is officially over and we shouldn't have any. Living on the face of the sun shouldn't have so many "caveats".
Here we are almost in mid-October and Lucky and I are doing our best to enjoy the fall weather. My favorite time of year in Orange County, CA was mid-Spring through mid-Autumn. It was warm, easy to walk any time of the day and we only had maybe one uncomfortably hot week in August to endure.
In Arizona it's almost the "flip" situation. Lucky and I are avid walkers. As soon as these rather compromised joints can move I get dressed, hook her up and we get outside and enjoy the solitude of the Sonoran desert that surrounds us. This is our life from (usually) mid-September through mid-May.
Now while all the local weather people around here were saying that this year was our "coolest" since 1999, I must say-it's been the hottest for dogs and people. Smart cat parents do NOT let their felines outdoors any time of the year!
Starting in January this year, we had about 2 weeks of 32 degree mornings. But the days pretty much evened out at about 80 and then dropped down once sunset hit the area. Our nights in December and January can be very "brisk". But the days are gorgeous!
Lucky loves to wear one of her sweatshirts or her fleece jacket during those few weeks. She'll even wear it inside, even though our home never seems to drop below 78.
Back to the subject. This year Lucky and I adjusting our walking schedule to meet up with the comfort zone of daily temperatures day by day. But we walked no matter what. Until monsoon season hit. Oh my. By mid-May the temps were firmly in the 100-115 range.
This means it's too hot for Lucky's feet, even at night. Let's face it-just because the sun goes down, the heat in the cement or asphalt doesn't drop AT ALL. Plus, evenings are still over 100 degrees. Our overnight "lows"? At least 100.
So poor Lucky doesn't get her daily exercise all summer. Yes, even when a monsoon hits (or a micro burst), the temps don't lessen, just all high humidity to the misery and you've got our lives.
I wind up using the treadmill in my office-but even that is rather uncomfortable in those high heat/humidity days.
Then comes the end of the 'season'. This year we celebrated by having a 3 day event marked with flash flood warnings, lighting and thunder. Obviously the monsoons didn't get the memo that they were supposed to be gone until next June!
Yet, our temps have dropped into the 80's during the mornings making it perfect for my tiny walkmate and I to get outside and once again enjoy the solitude of the desert while getting our needed exercising done.
Yesterday we say a bunny family. Today, some chipmunks, a roadrunner (beep, beep) and a couple of hawks. Lots of burro leftovers too.
I'll take it. I think, I wonder, I sometimes take a few photos but whatever happens, I'm just so happy to be able to get outdoors!
Sunday, October 04, 2015
Friday, October 02, 2015
Aidan was asking me if I suddenly became rich-what would I do?
Without hesitating, I told him I would hire a housekeeper so that grandpa could have that "taken off his plate" of weekly activities.
Dylan said, "Grandma, I thought you wanted that dirt plot in the yard finished or your floors re-done. Even your bathroom that you hate. What about those?"
I said (honestly) that he was right, but that if I were rich-those would definitely get done, but I'd like to make something a bit easier for grandpa since he had to work so hard and then come home and do nothing but chores and help me with the shopping.
Both boys wanted to know if there was anything else I'd do? It didn't take long to say, "well, if money really were no longer an object I had to consider, I'd love to help all those sad dogs and cats that have been abandoned and abused and help them to have a place to feel safe and loved."
They were satisfied with my answers. So was I. I also sighed about the fact that there would be no sudden "wealth" to accomplish any of those ideas.
On the other end of the question scale is Jackson, a mere 25 months to his cousins 7-1/2 and 8-1/2 years and just really getting started on this talking thing, has only eyes for grandpa (once I've given him a stream of grandma kisses and one "explosion" fist bump) asked, "poppa, eat it?"
For those who don't know-Jackson has a bit of grandma in him, he's just not much for protein coming from an animal. We were having breakfast with Adam and Jackson when our son ordered the little guy some chocolate chip pancakes. It came with bacon and sausage. He thinks the pancakes are actually a slice of cake, so those get tasted first.
His mood decides on how much he'll eat of those. Sometimes only a bite, sometimes half the plate. But the bacon and sausage? More often than not he'll say, "daddy, eat it". And then he asks poppa to have some.
Not wanting to hurt his feelings, both men eat the meat. Even if it's already been in Jackson's mouth.
He thankfully has NOT asked me to share his bounty. You've got to admit though-getting two grown men to eat sort-of pre-digested pork means there's a whole lot of love going on.
And that's it for this week-interesting questions and responses.
Thursday, October 01, 2015
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015