It's been a busy week

Luckiest retiree I know

Howdy. I haven’t kept pace this week with my usual writing regimen for a number of reasons:

ONE. I found bees in my shed last Saturday that will be relocated to an appropriate hive tonight. Why kill such industrious pollinators? This led to days of cleaning the shed and carport to make life easier for our Bee Queen to do the work of relocating the critters to her bee ranch. She’ll salvaged the wax hive and share the yummy honey with us.

Reason two. I’m playing with writing a 7-character three act novel about a family living the hot life here a hundred and some years in the future and I can’t stop writing notes and dreaming about it. I’ve never been so captivated by a project. I’m motivated by my three grandkids to see a path of survival for them as the southwest burns. It’s a challenge for this doomscrolling science junkie. I’m thinking I’ll parse it out to paying subscribers chapter by chapter…

3. I am just plain sick of Trump news, the horror of Gaza, and Arizona’s plague of right-wing nut bags. Maybe next week…

FOUR! And then our AC blower motor blew its last high note and needed to be replaced so that meant three days without AC. Thanks for 17-years. Rust in Peace.

5. And the best reason for my slackertude was the fact we spent last weekend, Monday and part of Tuesday at a cabin east of Payson below the rim, mooching off of generous friends who invited us along. You subscribers will be proud to know this writer fully intended to be industrious in the shade but instead chose to be intoxicated, chatty and gluttonous in the shade. We napped and slept like bears. We hiked to Ellison Falls, which was a beautiful spot with a tragic history. We assembled jigsaw puzzles and marveled at the wildlife.

Six. And then Friday was my Ellen’s Birthday. Yay!

Which is my way of apologizing for generating one post this week—which you’ll get Sunday morning. It’s a musing on some of my finest hate mail.

See you tomorrow.

Abrazos!

David