Arizona is under curfew tonight, so I couldn’t walk the dog even if I wanted to.
What dog? Regular readers may ask. Hang on.
Let me just say that this curfew is inexplicably state wide. So sitting here in Phoenix, I can argue whether it’s helpful, but I could at least follow the logic of it. If I were sitting in Gila Bend or Ajo or Snowflake, I would – I would probably find another reason not to walk the dog. It’s somewhat inconceivable that they are enforcing it in those places.
Ducey’s order has so many exemptions the only thing it actually prohibits is protesting, and therefore would not stand long in court. For example:
[Exempted:] Individuals traveling directly to and from work; attending religious services; commercial trucking and delivery services; obtaining food; caring for a family member, friend, or animal; patronizing or operating private businesses; seeking medical care or fleeing dangerous circumstances; and travel for any of the above services.
So not only could I plausibly walk this dog (though it would be a stretch), I could absolutely go to the topless bar down the street, which is now open despite the state having met basically none of the actual criteria the CDC set out for opening.
Last month, while we were under a more defensible curfew, was the year anniversary of acquiring my 2015 Subaru Forester. I bought it at 48k miles. It just ran past 85k. That’s 30k miles in a year and probably not sustainable.
A year and 30,000 miles later my opinion hasn’t moved much: with the exception of the turning radius and the sound system, it is an upgrade in very way from my poor old Kia Soul. I’ve had some off-road adventures with it,but most of my miles are on the highway, where it is, actually, above average.
I consistently get in the mid 20’s for gas mileage. Her preferred cruising speed seems to be 80 mph. I’ve become pretty adept at shoving things into it.
Even so, I had a moment of mild crazy and bought a second vehicle.
- It is troublesome sharing a vehicle with Rey (for both of us) and
- I really do need a back-up vehicle as Ruby is staggering into older-vehicle country and
- I need to tow a trailer from time to time, and that is not in the Subaru’s wheelhouse so
I bought a 2001 Dodge Dakota for $4600 cash.
And – I got what I paid for.
The brakes are wonky – and likely about to fail. One of the headlights is out. The cruise control is long gone. And it overheats. I’ll know more once I get it to the mechanic.
But its a truck with a tow hitch. And the first vehicle I’ve bought with cash since the 1980’s.
Rey’s persistence at the pound yielded a 3 year old boxer named Pipa, who scares the crap out of my poor cats, and moves shoes and other objects around the house at random. When Rey is home there is a steady background of the phrase “Not for Pipa!”
I am convinced that the dog means no harm to the cats, but my cats are emphatically unconvinced. How do you train courage into adult cats? I do not know. So they hide outside except for a few hours in the early morning when the dog is firmly ensconced in Rey’s bed.
The kitten is not afraid. This is why I have some faith in Pipa.
A small fluffy kitten Rey dubbed Fireball has wandered into the house and made herself at home, and plays with the dog.
My cats are also scared of the kitten. I dunno.
In the past seven days I:
- Edited 20k of the 64 novel, in hopes to have a beta-read copy soon = 2000 words
- Designed, drew, and colored two badge art proposals for MaricopaCon = 200 words.
- Edited about 10k words of the rulebook forGo Action Fun Time= 1000 words.
- This blog = 1000 words.
That’s 6000 out of 5000.
I’m still not walking the dog. That’s Rey’s job.
Now we know.