In the Southern Arizona heat the little ones find shade and water near the house
Traveling east on I 10 from Tucson there is a MIGHTY unusual sight. Miles and miles of train engines coupled together. They have been there for months.
Did I say miles? YES it’s miles. They stand like regal soldiers and like faces, no two seem to be the same. Some carry scars and scrapes & some polished to pampered perfection.
We have seen this sight several times over months and each time I wonder at the magnitude of the meandering yellow line.
I asked a railroad man why these giants of metal and deisel have been exiled to the dry AZ desert. It seems sad that the once proud engines have been retired as they are no longer needed. Knowing this felt lonely as I wander along the tracks listening to the wind creak between them like metal whispers.
Pondering this idea and feeling watched, I touch them one by one and imagine their journey. It seems like I have been walking a long time to find the end and beginning.Soon I come to a bridge that I can cross under. I cautiously approached the underpass and find this graffiti which confirms everything.
Suddenly a swarm of wasps from the largest nest I have ever seen attacks. Wasps make excellent train engine guards.
I couldn’t help the opportunity to lie on the tracks in front of a train just this one time as I say goodbye.
Leaving on Friday my co-workers are discussing plans. CW 1- “I’m just going home.” CW-2 “I’m going to go home and change my clothes and”….something about doing work on a Friday night…(I zone out a little) Suddenly silent I realize it’s my turn and I say all nonchalantly “I’m going to the Liquor Store.” Which I do. This is why:
I have a plan to fill my empty wine cabinet & am truly amazed that I can’t find a parking spot at Total Wine. (My brother calls it “Totally Wine” which is adorable). With all the cars and people I am thiking there must be an event! Perhaps a sale!! Nope. Just a random Friday. Most of the people here are over 65 pushing carts full of booze loaded up for the weekend. (I blame hours of retirement time listening to recent news reports).
I have a few favorites and it just so happens they are ALL on the bottom shelf CAUSING ME TO BEND OVER. Once I was home I realized this little gem:
Yep, I flashed an aisle full of people my shredded ass black pants with my white undies shining through. How did this even happen? Wait… don’t answer. In any case I filled up my wine cabinet with a few of my favorites:
I feel complete again.
Walked over to Home Depot to return this.
Some guy leaned out of a truck and yelled this while I was crossing the street- Hey lady! You don’t have to bring your own.”
Yep. So how is your day going?
While standing in a long grocery store line I point out this tag line on a magazine cover to G. He says “If your boobs could talk we’d be RICH!
With my luck my boobs would be sarcastic, kind of like Triumph the insult comic dog, but with boobs. Nobody wants sarcastic boobies. I forgot what magazine it was so I googled it. The astonishing result of my partial entry below. (It struck me that one of those lines is different from the others; like a Sesame Street song).
Apparently I am polishing off 2016 with the mentally of an 8th grade boy.
Leave work early? Yes please!
Great way to spend a rainy afternoon.
We need stamps at work & decide to order them online. I used to think the “Forever” stamps were named as one could use them forever. Due to recent events I now think it’s because these stamps take forever to get in the mail.
Don’t be fooled into thinking that your postal worker will simply grab a couple of rolls and bring them tomorrow with your regular mail. Nope. Apparently the Post Office believes it is better to ship them from Missouri.
Not only do they come from Kansas City, MO these particular stamps make quite a journey around the city! We ordered on the 6th of December & it takes 2 days to process. Below is the tracking. Notice how well traveled this roll of stamps is through the fine cities of Kansas City,MO to Kansas City, KS then (through amazing planning and forethought) BACK TO KC,MO! Two days journey and 3 zip codes through the heartland of America!
Someday soon it will leave one of the Kansas Cities and head west…probably on a Conestoga Wagon.