Hey! There’s A Bobcat In The Yard! 

In the Southern Arizona heat the little ones find shade and water near the house 


We love watching the rabbits and quail every evening 
Sometimes someone stops by and scares our little friends away.

 Scary Falcon. 
Tonight we came home, looked out the window to check on our little friends and saw this guy. 


This cat just watching the backyard perhaps looking for our little friends or enjoying the soft grass. 



We said hey, he says hey back. 


Pretty soon it’s time to move on. 



Such a beautiful animal! 

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Row Of The Mighty

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.

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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.

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We have seen this sight several times over months and each time I wonder at the magnitude of the meandering yellow line.

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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.

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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.

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ALWAYS WATCHING…

Suddenly a swarm of wasps from the largest nest I have ever seen attacks.    Wasps make excellent train engine guards.

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I couldn’t help the opportunity to lie on the tracks in front of a train just this one time as I say goodbye.

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Crack Wine

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:

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This is  a wine cabinet I made out of some old barn wood, clay roof tiles, & wrot iron I found.

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:

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This is a picture of my split ass pants as shown to the entire world today. Gary says this picture is the opposite of a “facie” (which is what he calls selfies).

 

 

 

 

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:

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I feel complete again.

Talking Boobs

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).

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Apparently I am polishing off 2016 with the mentally of an 8th grade boy.

Goin’ Postal

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. img_4885

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!

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Someday soon it will leave one of the Kansas Cities and head west…probably on a Conestoga Wagon.