Blah. I am so not ready for Monday. Just tired, and wishing for another day to do
nothing -- or more correctly, a day to do nothing. Yesterday, we worked on the
boats some, and then I flew, and then we went out for some Thai food. Today, we
drove all the way up to the property (about 2.5 hours each way) just to water the
trees we planted there two weeks ago. And now I have no desire to eat anything and
would just rather go to bed.
I have to eat something, though,
because Hardcore and I are rowing tomorrow morning and I need some energy for
that. We have a race in just two weeks.
In a little bit, I'll try
again to call Genibee to sing her
Green Grow the Rushes-O so I have that to look forward to, at least. I also
get to finish up These is my Words, a fictional diary of a woman living in
the Arizona Territory from 1881-1901. It won the Arizona Author Award and was a
finalist for the Willa Cather Literary Award, but more importantly I like it quite
a bit. It is interesting to get an early view of so many places I know, back when
living here was far more difficult and dangerous, and what I know of the time
suggests the author, Nancy Turner, did her research.
Speaking of Arizona, have I mentioned it was supposed to reach 100 degrees here
today? And yet the blooming palo verde (I think that's what that is with all the
yellow flowers) and the budding saguaro say this is just spring. I dread the onset
of summer here every year, though there are so many things to like about living
out here. I could never move back east, I don't think.
Later on, I can browse through the travel books Rudder and I bought last night, or
read Elizabeth Peters' The Golden One, which I couldn't resist after seeing
it was 30% off. I always forget they do that for bestsellers, and wouldn't have
realized this was one anyhow.