So. Here we are in Santa Fe, our newly adopted half-home. I’m here to set up utilities–the computer internet just now working a week after our arrival–and it and all else hasn’t gone according to my plans.
According to my plans. Now there is one of those strings of words that is so totally fucking worthless that it should be banned by the grammar police.
Anyway, the dogs and I have been hard at work working and supervising the work of others in our attempts to get our new place livable. We’ve been camping out inside and sometimes outside with the Squirt and Yoda sprawled beside me on the air mattress. The fucking cat is something else in the altogether. Honor has been perched high in the big Ponderosa pine in our backyard for the entire week we’ve been here. I know she has come down for food and water because I’ve been refilling her bowls. But save the times she growls at neighbors’ cats to let them know there’s a new kitty on Espinacitas Street, she’s kept to herself.
While temps have been unseasonably warm, the humidity is low and not problematic for me. The guys helping me bitch about the heat and humidity and have no problem blaming Global Warming. The one Apache helping with my plumbing blames, and here I’ll quote him by saying, he said to me, “You fucking white assholes done ruined the whole world. Go back to Europe.”
I must say I think he’s right, but I already purchased property here and I’m a quite small part Native American. The rest of you white right-wing conservative Christian assholes can follow his wishes. Please.
Speaking of the aforementioned white assholes, I just heard that Herr Schmidt Rommel has named Representitive “Let’s Kill All Social Services” Ryan as his running mate. Ryan proposes a Federal budget that would bankrupt half the states with its cuts to state support, and he’s Herr Schmidt’s choice. Classic.
Then again it’s likely that the Tea Baggers forced the cheesehead down his throat with threats to fight Romney’s nomination in Tampa. That’s my take anyway.
OK, I need to go get some rebar and wire and silt fabric so we can get started working. I’ll try to get back to these pages soon. Manana, y’all.