Sunday Reflections from the High Desert
Here we are again, waking up on another Sunday morning. But this one feels different. Outside, a light rain is falling — a small miracle here in the high desert. The sky is overcast, the air soft and cool.
The morning routine unfolds the same as always: stumble out of bed, make it to the coffee grinder without injury, and brew eight cups of courage. Then comes the ritual — open the laptop, scroll through The New York Times, and slowly let the day come into focus.
With the rain settling in, the Kadizzles will likely be confined indoors. Maybe the elk will wander by and put on a show through the window — nature’s version of Sunday TV. Tomorrow means a trip to Cottonwood, where Sister insists on massage appointments. It costs a bit more than I’d like, but perhaps it’s worth it for the temporary peace it brings.
Over on the other blog — The National Association for the Advancement of Humanity — Kadizzle writes about how the tone has shifted at the Donuts with Democrats gathering. There’s a new sense of urgency in the air — a growing awareness that our democracy is under real threat. If you haven’t read it yet, pour another cup of coffee and head over there. It’s time we all start paying attention.
On Another Subject — The Pool Vote
The ballots are out for the bond to build a new pool in Payson. Kadizzle fears it’s doomed. The Hoopleheads from the Tea Party meetings have been thoroughly juiced to vote “no.” These are the same folks who were promised prosperity by Trump, but deep down they know that train left the station years ago.
Somehow, they always find cash for slot machines and scratch-offs, but six bucks a month for a town pool? Out of the question! They’ll drop ten at the grocery store chasing the fantasy of instant riches while living in a trailer that’s one windstorm away from Kansas. Out front, the loyal dog stands guard behind the chain-link fence — the monument to the Hooplehead dream.
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