It has been hellishly hot this summer, after such a nice spring. Many days of over 110 degree heat. Finally the monsoon rains have started.

First real rain.

One weekend day Matt and I went up to the top of Mount Lemmon for a picnic. It was 101 at the base of the mountain and 81 at the top. Such a nice couple of hours.

Cool dudes.

Mostly spending my days at work watching trenches being dug. Or when I am at the office making changes to appease the museum people. Exactly what elevation is that street downtown?

Last week I did a survey and documented a historic home site. Lots of pretty ceramics. Definitely will be doing further work there.

Many varieties of 1880s-1900s ceramics.

This is me at around 5:30 AM, sitting on my bucket, waiting for the guys to start working in the trench.

The splotch on the shirt is from when the workmen dropped asphalt on a puddle and it splashed me.

Yesterday I went to the Presidio museum and picked figs. The tree is enormous now.

Fig tree.

Three pounds figs (9 cups), about 2 cups sugar, juice of two lemons, zest of one lemon, and a splash of vanilla, and voila! You have fig preserved.

Figs before cooking.

What else? The presidential election is how many months away? 16. So sick of it already.