Springtime in the Desert
I still have plumbing woes. The line is still plugged after another jolt of acid yesterday. Next he will cut the pipe under sink and run a snake through to ream it out. I told him to come on Monday as I didn't want to pay weekend rates. I've lived with it this long so one more day won't hurt, The cold front moved through leaving snow on the mountain tops again. Snow down to the 5000' level.
I finally got away from the house yesterday to do a series of errands. I struck out obtaining the perfume my sister wants it is not made any more. I managed to get cinnamon from Cinnabon to take to her. I found a really charming outfit for my grandniece. Stopped at the Apple Store played with an iPad for about 15 minutes. I don't need an iPad since I have an iPhone. I bought the adapters so I can plug into electricity in most of the world. I left home at 1 and got back home at 5 worn out with my shoulder aching. I think it is due to stress. I put a hot pack on it and that seemed to relieve the pain.
Today I played hooky and a friend and I drove over to Saguaro National Park East to take the drive and see the flowers. The hills were covered with blooms of yellow from the brittle bush with a few desert marigold thrown in. It was a great day for walking with a high of 77 no clouds and a touch of snow on the Rincons and Santa Rita mountain ranges. It felt really good to get out in the desert and walk around and take a few pictures. The flowers won't be blooming when I return.
I had to cancel having the writing group here Monday morning because of the problems with my kitchen sink.
I have everything that was under the sink on the counters. I have no working surface to prepare anything and the smell of the acid is pretty acrid. I will need to write one article for the Smoke Signals (Desert Pueblo newsletter) while I'm gone as the copy is due May 15 and I won't be back until the 20th. How did I wind up in a writing group and doing a monthly column when I have always said I'm not a writer. The feedback is positive. My friend Joyce asked me to be a part of the writing group that she was starting. I said "Joyce, I'm not a writer." She said "Yes, you are." Never having seen anything that I had written at that point. I agreed because she is a friend. I love my group we have all grown from the experience.
Sunday it is back to getting ready for my trip.
I finally got away from the house yesterday to do a series of errands. I struck out obtaining the perfume my sister wants it is not made any more. I managed to get cinnamon from Cinnabon to take to her. I found a really charming outfit for my grandniece. Stopped at the Apple Store played with an iPad for about 15 minutes. I don't need an iPad since I have an iPhone. I bought the adapters so I can plug into electricity in most of the world. I left home at 1 and got back home at 5 worn out with my shoulder aching. I think it is due to stress. I put a hot pack on it and that seemed to relieve the pain.
Today I played hooky and a friend and I drove over to Saguaro National Park East to take the drive and see the flowers. The hills were covered with blooms of yellow from the brittle bush with a few desert marigold thrown in. It was a great day for walking with a high of 77 no clouds and a touch of snow on the Rincons and Santa Rita mountain ranges. It felt really good to get out in the desert and walk around and take a few pictures. The flowers won't be blooming when I return.
I had to cancel having the writing group here Monday morning because of the problems with my kitchen sink.
I have everything that was under the sink on the counters. I have no working surface to prepare anything and the smell of the acid is pretty acrid. I will need to write one article for the Smoke Signals (Desert Pueblo newsletter) while I'm gone as the copy is due May 15 and I won't be back until the 20th. How did I wind up in a writing group and doing a monthly column when I have always said I'm not a writer. The feedback is positive. My friend Joyce asked me to be a part of the writing group that she was starting. I said "Joyce, I'm not a writer." She said "Yes, you are." Never having seen anything that I had written at that point. I agreed because she is a friend. I love my group we have all grown from the experience.
Sunday it is back to getting ready for my trip.