Pretending

Here we sit in someone else's house in Sedona.  A nice house with an expensive view. For a week we can pretend like we are the well to do.  We can only afford to be rich for a week, after that back to the Earth Module and working for free.  For a week we will have luxury showers, and all the accouterments of the rich and famous.  In a  vast kitchen mate is unpacking the groceries including my two bottles of heart medicine from the vineyards in Australia.

7:55 is on the clock and the daughter and her gang will not even land in Phoenix until 9.  With the expansive nighttime view of Sedona here sits Kadizzle on the side of the hill pecking on the keyboard.  People come here and think they experience the place.  Maybe they do, but the real experience is out away from the fribble shops and the yuppie beer joints.  All things considered Kadizzle would rather be about five miles south of town out in the desert in the Earth Module where we usually stay.  Out there the stars are blinding, no noise, and lots of quite.  Here in McMansionville it is the hustle bustle of a mini New York or something.  Unbelievable traffic.  It is a lot like the Grand Canyon.  Most people come peer over the edge and leave thinking they experienced the Grand Canyon.  Shanika took a helicopter over the Canyon last year and had a good buzz, but you cannot get the feel until you put one foot in front of the other and walk to the bottom.  Kadizzle is probably being a bit of an ecological elitist, but I am doing the typing so that give me liberties.  Maybe it is time to do a nice turkey cook in the shower.  This old plump turkey can jump in and baste himself with soap and shampoo.

Now this did stir a strange thought.  Humans have intervened in the breeding of animals and modified them to suit our needs.  The net results Kadizzle discovered the other day is that male turkeys have been turned into such big breasted animals they can no longer breed the females.  The solution to this problem is something you will have to read and figure out for yourself, but it has created a new job description.  So that is it from the land of the pink jeep.  Pink jeeps if you have ever been to this part of Arizona are the most obscene slap in the face to the remarkable scenic wonders of this place.  Somehow it is just like having whores working in front of the White House. It just aint right.