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Sunday, September 12, 2021

A month later. The monsoon has continued. I have been sitting on a bucket watching a backhoe dig down over an existing water line, pull up the old pipe, and place new pipe in. Nothing to find in this area. In the morning the gnats are awful.

Monitor.

Matt and I went to a fancy greenhouse southwest of my house. So many cacti and aloes and other things. Large numbers of butterflies fluttered about, trapped inside. I have not seen this many butterflies since I was a child back in Michigan.


Butterflies on flowering cactus.

One area was particularly difficult to walk through and I knocked over some plants. Embarassing!

Matt.

On the road back to my house there were immense numbers of bright poppies, so pretty.

Poppies.

We played pool volleyball at Richard and Roger. It was fun as always. I made lemon cupcakes, quite elaborate ones with candied lemon slices on top.

Roger and Richard.

At the Vincent de Paul thrift store I got a 1940s or 1950s blow mold Santa that still lights up.

Santa.

My backyard is overgrown with nasty amaranth. I went out and pulled a garbage can full and afterward had the worst night, my face exploded with snot, my eyes so itchy. I was miserable, especially since I had to be up early and couldn't sleep. I bought some spray nasal decongestant, miracle!

I had an incident with Clyde Kitty in which I picked him up in the middle of the night, he wanted to go out. I ran into something in the dark and he freaked out and bit my face, cutting my lip, and scratched me terribly. Blood everywhere. It was pretty bad. Two weeks later I have a scar on my lip and probably will have another one on my chest. Bad kitty! Two hours later he was trying to get me to pet him.



Snowball is bored with the drama.

At Tractor Supply there is a sign next to the horse de-wormer because the Trump idiots would rather take it then get vaccinated. Someone I knew, a guy who often posted conspiracy crap on Facebook, died from Covid. He was in his 30s and had a small child. If he and his wife had been vaccinated that kid would still have its father.



 Worm medicine.

I have realized that the pandemic won't end until the idiots get sick and a lot of them die. 



Wednesday, August 11, 2021

We are having a very rainy monsoon season. July was the rainiest month recorded in Tucson. And here in August it has rained four or five times with lots of rain. When it thunders poor Ruby gets so scared. My backyard is a jungle.

Rain.

I picked figs at the Presidio to make fig jam for Living History.

Figs.

I cut them into pieces, making sure there were no bugs inside.

Sliced.

Then into the pot with some sugar, lemon juice, and vanilla.

Cooking.

I think I made about 10 jars in two batches. A couple of the jars did not seal so Jim V. and Rose/Pete each got a jar. They all said it was delicious.

Canned.

I've been going to thrift stores and buying things. I got this embroidered floral piece with an old frame for $2.00.

Notice the crack, the ground is settling in my neighborhood again.

There was a note on the back of this photo which allowed me to identify the family, the Taubmans.


Also $2.00.

At the St. Vincent De Paul store I got this granny quilt for $4.00.

I like the bright colors.

The pandemic continues. I reported two people to their employers for posting false anti-vax stuff on Facebook.

And this morning I got banned for a week on Facebook for calling a anti-vaxxer a loser. Ridiculous. I have reported people for posting anti-vax and racist stuff and they do nothing. So over it.

 


Sunday, July 18, 2021

Twice toads have shown up on my front porch at night. I wonder whether these are the toads I rescued years ago during an archaeological project. I am worried that Ruby would bother them, so I put them in a box and take them over to the Santa Cruz River, stumbling down the path. Down at the river, there are lots of toads and frogs calling out, I hope the two I took down there are enjoying a much better habitat.


Sonoran Desert Toad.

The monsoon season has started and a couple of pink lilies appeared. They always surprise me.

Pink lily.

Towards the end of June it was Doug's birthday so I handed him my American Cake cookbook and he picked out Sister Sadie's Honey Cake. I made cupcakes. There were absolutely delicious and Doug really enjoyed them.

Honey cupcakes.

In early July I drove to New Mexico and taught a lecture on historical archaeology.

Allen waves hello.

After the lecture I sat on the front porch and sipped tequila. I got a little tipsy. I bought this horrible air mattress with a non-functioning air pump. So I ended up sleeping on the ground inside my new enormous tent. Uncomfortable!

I made Martha Stewart's rhubarb crisp. It was delicious.

Rhubarb crisp.

So last year was the year without pools since Matt and I were isolating. Well this year we are vaccinated and all of our friends are vaccinated, so we have been in three different pools. So nice.

Pool time.

At home, Clyde is spending more time inside than outside, but still hasn't figured out how to use the little box. He goes to the door and paws at it to let me know when he needs to go out. He and Snowball are mostly friends.

Clyde and Snowball.

On Friday I decided to stay at home and do projects. The front windows and door need to be repainted, so I went to Ace and got materials. Already had the paint, although when I opened it I discovered that it had separated and even after mixing didn't work as well as I would like. Anyways, I taped the windows (tedious), and then painted twice. 

Taped.

Painted.

I still have to do the door. I was going to it this morning, but it has been raining. The thunder scared poor Ruby, she is hiding under my chair right now.

The pandemic continues and the idiots refusing to be vaccinated because they read something on the internet or saw a YouTube video or Fox "News" are busy getting sick and some are dying. Ridiculous. I no longer feel sorry for them. It would be better if the anti-vaxxers would just catch Covid and get it over with. Fewer Republicans? Darn. Hard for me to comprehend why Fox News is killing and causing permanent disabilities to so many of their viewers, but I guess all of the voter restriction laws are an attempt to solve the reduced Republican voter numbers. 







 


Monday, June 21, 2021

Ray and Robert magically appeared from Spain and we had supper on the patio of a restaurant. They returned but Matt and I are planning to go visit them once pandemic things are through

Ray and Robert.

At home it is cockroach season and the enormous cockroaches are appearing inside my house. Gross.

Also gross, discovering that Clyde has worms. I bought expensive worm medicine to treat all three of the kids, but Clyde and Snowball won't eat the food that I mashed the pills into.


Clyde.

I buy old painting at thrift stores and sometimes internet auctions. They are slowly covering my living room walls.


Shore scene, $20 at Habitat for Humanity.

Small still life, $5.

1948 landscape, I think this one was $7.

Flowers in a vase, also $7.

Big landscape, $20-something. This one is on my bedroom wall.

My favorite furniture style is Eastlake, popular in the 1870s-1890s. I purchased this mirror-shelf for $30 at an estate sale.

Accidental self portrait.

And I was given an enormous rug for free, it looks nice in my living room.

Enormous rug.

The last week was record-breaking heat. We spent the last three weekends playing in pools, that has been a relief. My living room window AC unit has decided to have problems- it shoots water inside my house, apparently the condenser drain is plugged. Supposedly it is easy to fix, but at 2:30 AM that is not possible. So I went into the bedroom and was warm, very warm.

Also, the creeping fear that the Democrats are fucking things up because Manchin and Sinema are refusing to get rid of the filibuster. I hate both of them, and especially Sinema because she is a Democrat from Arizona and is totally, utterly useless.



 


Thursday, May 20, 2021

Well a month passed. After I received my second vaccination I had a slight rash, and a weeknlater a couple of weird days of probably unrelated hives. But now I am safe from Covid and it is a weird thing. Still wearing a mask around strangers though.

Vaccination rash.

Early in the month Matt and I went up to Casa Grande National Monument, only to find it was closed on Sunday. As we were driving there I spotted this BLM mural on the abandoned Selma Cotton  Gin. I was surprised to see it, Eloy is kind of a redneck community. Matt noted the many bullet holes.

BLM Mural.

Spring is turning into Summer, my house is gradually heating up. It is difficult to sleep, not helped by Clyde scratching at the door demanding to be let in and out. The cactus bloomed, it was pretty, the blooms are ephemeral, lasting only a day.

Purple cactus, yellow flowers in my front yard.

Ironwood blossoms.

Matt and palo verde tree blossoms.

The dig came to a somewhat frantic end. I completed excavation of several houses, finding interesting architecture and artifacts. This Hohokam site was unusual, not what we expected and many one-of-a-kind finds. At 57.5, I can still dig an entire pit house in a few days (faster than the kids!). It was time for the work to be done, at least that is what my hands tell me. One of the fingers on my right hand is numb from a pinched nerve and the metacarpal for that finger aches, perhaps from a stress fracture.

The silt at the site covered me every day.

One pit house that I excavated had a dense layer of trash at its top, with very silty soil down to the floor. Large amounts of small animal bones, so I screened through 1/8 mesh, finding a lot of bird bones and tiny beads. A number of shell ornaments also in the fill (see below).

Excavated pit house.

Ring pendant and shell lizard from the pit house.

Shell bird head and sun burst from the pit house.


Shell "bow tie (probably a stylized butterfly) from the pit structure.

A Hohokam pottery sherd from a neighboring house.

One night I woke up in the middle of the night, looked at my phone, and discovered that a 30-year-old man I was acquainted with had been murdered. Hunted down by an 18-year-old brat in broad daylight while out walking near his home. So David is dead, his mother and brother devastated, and this little brat is going to spend most of his life in prison. I did not know David very well, it was still a shocking thing. I think of the other people I know who were murdered- Phillip from grad school, the woman from the Mission bus tour, the disabled guy from across the street. It all seems so random and pointless.

The Safeway had rhubarb and I bought as lot and made two pies and a cake. I perfected making pie crust, although they don't look as nice as Martha's. The trick- freeze the butter, grate it, and incorporate it into the flour.

Rhubarb pie.

My hoya plant, which I grew from a cutting from the going-away present plant Grandma F got in 1947, decided to bloom a few weeks after I drenched it in the shower, washing dust off the leaves.

Hoya blossom.

The Presidio Museum is having an auction in August to raise money, so I bid on some things and ended up getting things for myself.

Vintage holiday.

I stopped by Patrick's house to get some cigar boxes and it was nice to talk with him. I have only seen him twice in the last year. I have hardly seen anybody, but as people get vaccinated that is going to change. Currently 41 percent of eligible Pima County residents are vaccinated.



Patrick, his massive beard, and his impressive flowers.

Sunday, April 18, 2021

We journeyed north to Casa Grande to go see Casa Grande National Monument, only to discover it was closed on Sundays. So instead we went to the Rooster Cogburn place near Picacho Peak.

What a horror. Despite signs telling people to wear a mask, many were not. I felt sorry for the workers being exposed to whatever those disease vectors were spreading.

They give you blue plastic cups with green pellets, a think of sugar syrup, and some coins to get feed for chickens, rabbits, and ducks. Also a little stick coated with seeds for the parakeets. The parakeets enjoyed this immensely.

Parakeets.

Many of the other animals- the fallow deer, sheep, and goats looked miserable. Especially the goats, one group of which were stuck in this raised cage thing. Another group were sticking their heads out of openings begging for food.

In contrast, the ostriches seemed to be enjoying themselves, eagerly grabbing pellets out of your hands.

Ostriches.

The lorikeets take the lids off the little plastic containers and drink the sugar syrup. They seemed healthy and tame, and were quite pretty.

Matt and a lorikeet.

Afterward I came home, had a nap, played ball with Ruby, chatted with Mario on the phone, and now I am watching a Korean tv show on Netflix. Tomorrow I am back digging an Hohokam pit structure, hoping to get down to the floor and hopefully finding more interesting artifacts.



 


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