Hours of nonsense

Today the Kadizzles along with a bunch of other old farts will be lectured by people half our age.  Today is the day all the volunteers get together to be welcomed and told all the rules.  When your children tell you wipe your nose, brush your teeth, and pull your pants up it is a little old.  The young people who are paid to work will tell the old goats things like wear gloves when you handle a cactus.

Last year the sheriff's deputy told us we are not allowed to shoot people unless they are throwing something at us we caught them trying to steal from us.  You cannot shoot the guy in the back who is trying to steal your generator, even in Arizona.

The good news it will be a pot luck and usually there is some good eating.  There will be food left over. Kadizzle last year suggested the left over food be given to the prisoners who do so much of the work around here.  That was over ruled, you are supposed to be mean to prisoners, so we just let them watch us eat. 

Kadizzle loves the electric bike, but it has one major problem at this point, flat tires.  You cannot ride a bike in the desert and hope to keep air in the tires.  Tomorrow when we get to Sedona Kadizzle is going to try to get bullet proof tires.

Again it looks like a nice sunny day.  Arizona spoils people.  Every day is usually clear and sunny.  Pity the poor people back in the snow in North Dakota, but they voted for Kevin Cramer, so let them be stuck in the driveway and have icicles on their testicles.