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Friday, September 15, 2017

Not my fault

A guy turned into me.  This car is doomed.  Just got the dent on that fender fixed.  It is now sitting in the back seat.  I'm fine.  Frustrated, but fine.

Monday, September 11, 2017

I took a short walk today

I woke up today and decides I needed a walk.  Luckily I an about an hour from walking out my door to some nice scenery to enjoy on my walk.  I walked a mile, but road shuttle busses and saw more of the Canyon.

Saturday, September 09, 2017

Rainy day

Northern AZ is not Florida or Cuba, but we are also having a rainy day.  It is also chilly.  I just put on another layer and I wish I'd remembered to grab my afghans from the storage unit before I left.  It is 60* in here.

I could probably talk Mike into starting a fire in the woodstove, but I'd have to walk in the rain up to the house.  I'm making oatmeal (old fashioned cook type) and hoping it warms things up.  Or I could just turn on the furnace.  I'm trying to be bada$$ and just get by without using resources.  I may fail at that.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

What mice?

Lazy day.  Cloudy and breezy, so cool.  No mice to be seen, at least by the napping Bosley.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Boondocking lite

I'm parked behind Mike's place up by Williams, AZ.  He let me plug into electricity, so I'm not really off grid.  One step at a time.  It is marginally cool enough without the air conditioner, the extension cord won't support my roof air conditioner, but I brought a small floor fan that keeps a breeze going.  He is working out of state for most of the next two months.  I'm watching the place and watering the garden.  Bosley is on mouse patrol.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Even Bosley is bored

I'm almost finished with the tax papers shredding.  There is a bit more going on in my life, but not much.  I am trying to find an Affordable Care Act navigator to explore my options.  It is not straightforward.  

I joined the Elks Lodge and go over there a few times a week.  It is good to have a somewhat stable (mobility-wise) social group.  Croft and Norma will be happy to learn that I am getting accustomed to happy hour being from 3-5pm, not 6pm as my previous life dictated before retirement.

At the end of the month I will move... someplace.  Probably up in elevation and North.  Or, over to the Lodge RV park.  Free vs. cheap.  Leap of faith vs. known quantity.  Jury is still out.

Mom is doing really well, and despite the fact that her original incision on her face was, ummm, dramatic, she has healed to where it is not really noticeable.