Observations and Diversions

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And on to some observations I've made.

All this talk about Arizona being dry and desert-y? Load of crap. It poured down rain yesterday. There are puddles and rivulets everywhere. We had to don raingear to take the muttleys out for a walk last night. I'm constantly having to wipe their paws off when we come in from outside. Which leads me to Observation #2.

The "dirt" here is a royal pain in the butt. It's not lovely sticky clay such as we had in Oklahoma. The kind that will stick to you if you look at it cross-eyed and then dye whatever it comes into contact with that lovely orange colour.... NO! Arizona dirt is gravelly, sandy, gritty stuff that gets into EVERY nook and cranny in order to gain access to the house, but as soon as it hits tile or carpet, it sheds quite easily into neat little piles.

# 3: Alcohol is available at every grocery store. In abundance. I'm not talking an aisle or two of fine wine or cooking sherry. NO! It's row upon row of liquor, liqueur, wine, beer, spirits and any other imaginable imbibable I've left off. Stuff from Spain, Australia, Europe, South America... This is a full on liquor store, folks. I guess you gotta stay hydrated here somehow, and since (Observation #4)...you gotta have something...

You can't drink the tap water! Now granted, I'm not certain if this is "You can't drink the tap water because it will make you ill" or "You can't drink the tap water because it tastes like ass", but I'm going to take their word for it (they being my relatives here as well as some of the folks Russell lived with) and stick to bottled water. In fact, I'm off to the shops in a bit to see about purchasing a filter for the faucet. Which brings me to:

Observation #5. I am astounded, as I head out for my shopping excursion, at the number of things that we don't have. We have a house stacked high with boxes. We filled up a 25 foot truck--AFTER--sending Russell's truck and a U-Haul trailer out some months ago. And yet I have to go shopping for things like brooms, a vacuum, toilet brushes, and the like. There are other things on my list. How do we not have these things? We kept the Buddy Christ statuette, but not the brooms? I packed up a box of receipts and old bills, but neglected to grab the toilet brush? Eeesh.

Observation #6. It's nearly 10am, and if I don't get out of here REALLY soon, it's going to be unbearably hot out, so I'm going to get a move on.

ciao.