Actually, I could make this statement about the monsoon weather in Phoenix during the last 2 weeks, but after my snide next door neighbor made a comment to my daughter at how awful my trees and rosebushes looked, that froze in the snow this last winter and then some of them burned to death this summer. I took the tree thing with a grain of salt, since my trees in the front yard that froze have re-bloomed, but I was a little irritated over the 3 trees between our properties. They actually belong to her, however, I’m sure I am at fault for this, because somewhere on my ass I am sure I have a tattoo that says so, but she had her block fence put up prior to me moving into my house, but illegally took a foot of my property and 3 feet of her other next door neighbors property, because she wanted a bigger backyard. She decided this year to have a fence put up around her front yard. Both of her next door neighbors insisted she have the property line marked. Her trees, between our property were in the way of her new fence so she had the fence put on her property losing a foot of her property in the front, but, leaving me to take care of her trees. Two of her trees died when they froze this last winter and she told my daughter I needed to have them cut down. This comes from a middled aged woman whose roof ended up in my yard, that I had to clean up, by the way, with the last major torrential rain that flooded my neighborhood. When her father passed away a few years ago he left her a million dollars, but she wouldn’t replace her roof, even though she was mad that her bed was soaked and her living room and kitchen had a multitude of pans catching dripping water from her ceiling. I was thinking that maybe it’s just me that thought she was stupid.
After listening to a multitude of people tell me about their personal drama over the last week, I wanted to smack them all when I got home from work, to find water running onto my driveway out of the wall from my laundry room. My water heater decided it was time to go to water heater Heaven and left me with the mess of the burial, in a 114 degree humid weather. I’m not so sure about everyone else on the planet, but I am really not enjoying this Global Warming thing right now, from snow and freezing temperatures in the winter to intense humid heat in the summer. This is the dry desert, what is up with that? A 114 degrees in June doesn’t even hold a candle to the feeling of 114 degrees in August when you walk outside and feel gills growing on your neck. I am having a hard time breathing water for air right about now.
Oh, and that dead smelly water heater sitting on my back porch, with the rest of the fallen accoutrement’s from my house this summer, well gee, I keep being told it’s going to the city dump, but if they don’t take it soon, by the end of the summer my whole house will be in that pile. Nobody wants to load it and drive it 20 miles away to unload it in the heat. I don’t blame them, I just don’t want to be part of that pile when it’s cool enough to go.
There are 3 consolations to all of this, at least my house is block, my laundry room is 1954 concrete stucco, and my roof doesn’t leak.