Desert rain. in A small but passable life.

At about bedtime last night the rain started. I love the smell of desert rain. It’s not going to cool things off by much. The forecast calls for below normal temperatures for the next week even though I can’t tell much difference between slightly above one hundred degrees to slightly below one hundred degrees.

Mom is still wondering how I can sit in this chair all day and evening. I don’t try to explain, it’s just what I do. I’m still trying to figure out which two hours a day I can spend at the pool. Either the first two hours after sunrise or the last two hours before sunset. Forget the hours in between. It’s just too hot.

I put a “freeze” on the half dozen books I had on my hold list at the library back home. And I haven’t put them on hold here at the library yet.

Mom is still doing the things she’s always done. Today she went out to get her nails done and then some grocery shopping. I could have went, but really seen no need to. She enjoys her independence so I figure it is good for her.

There are a couple of little jobs left to do around the house here so I’ll do those.

Mom is still bitching about me needing a haircut and a beard trim. The point I make, that as old as I am and that I still have hair on my head doesn’t sway her. And I think that my beard is starting to look kind of awesome. Her and Dad have bitched about my hair length since I was a teenager.

I’d like to be on a plane headed East by October 15th but it all depends on a converging of sentiments between Mom and I that I don’t really need to be here. Most of her friends will be back here by then and she’ll have more to keep her busy then. So, maybe I can get back to the Ozark’s for that Fall hike I’d like to do.

In actuality there’s no reason to be either here nor there. It all comes down to my daily routine and how selfish I am. Not a good thing but it is what it is. At least I’m aware of it and not trying to fool myself.

Anyway, Mom is out and the TV is off so I’m going to enjoy the quiet.