I love Cajun food. Every three weeks I am left fending for myself for a week, and Marie Callender’s pot pies are getting old. On the weekends I will cook up a batch of dirty rice, or Gumbo. Last weekend, my selection was Jambalaya – rice, Andouille sausage, shrimp and lots of Cajun spices. Not likely the best choice for my arteries, but oh, so delicious!
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As I left for work the other evening, the wind began to kick up. In the distance an unsurpassed light show entertained me on my drive. Not so much lighting streaks as bursts of light every few seconds, coming from all directions.
About five miles from home, as I merged onto the Loop 202, the wind gusts kicked in with a fury. Temporary road maintenance signs on flexible posts were bent horizontally, and my truck was buffeted by the intense gusts.
Pulling into my driveway the next morning, I was greeted by this sight. After working all night, I had work to do before getting the chance to unwind and relax.
Arizona is the only populated state with such laws – Phoenix, AZ is the most populated state capital and the sixth most populous city in the country.
We didn’t want anything too overpowering – the shed is in a dark corner of the yard, but it is close to the living room window. During the spring and fall, the insulated curtains are open to allow daylight in. I also didn’t want motion detection, because the only thing more annoying than bright lights shining in the window would be bright lights that continually turned on and off every time one of the animals wandered too close. Read more
I installed Windows 10 a few weeks ago. My laptop came packaged with Windows 8, which I updated to 8.1. I never really cared for Windows 8, and installed apps to create a more Windows 7 environment – basically a functioning Start menu.
Widows 8 always puzzled me – I could not understand why Microsloth would insist on forcing an OS designed for phones and tablets on users of desktops and laptops. The lack of a touch screen hampered usability. Read more
The shed now has a roof, and a fresh coat of paint. Monsoon is officially upon us in the East Valley, and we had our first taste this past weekend. The downpour, while not up to “monsoon” standards, was nonetheless steady and heavy. I sat under the ramada and enjoyed a glass of Glenmorangie scotch and a cheap cigar, and the light show over the mountains. Read more
A few weeks ago we were visiting a friend in Gold Canyon, and were treated to this view from his living room. Two very good size deer came grazing. That was a nice way to end a good day. We drove to Globe and Miami for lunch, went thrift shopping in Superior, and enjoyed a nice afternoon out.
We bought a kit from Home Depot which included everything except the paint, shingles and decking. All of the pieces were pre-cut.
The nice thing about the kit is that all of the wood was dry – it can be extremely difficult finding wood that is not soaking wet at any of the big box home improvement centers.
The bad thing about the kit is that a lot of the lumber was twisted – when hand-picking, you can sort through the bad stuff. That said, I was able to use all of the lumber, and the finished product is quite stable.
Liz’s nephew Mike came over for the July 4th weekend – I had a paid holiday – and we had the walls and trusses up before the heat made us stop on Friday.
On Saturday, We installed the roof and the doors, and caulked all of the seams. Unlike Friday, we had no cloud cover, and so no respite from the sun. We called it a day by noon, and relaxed with cold drinks under the veranda.
We decided to enjoy the fireworks Apache Junction style, Liz and Mike sat in ladders in the back yard and I sat on the roof of the house. Then this morning, bright and early, Mike and I installed the drip edge and the rood felt. All that is left is to shingle and paint – and of course build shelves for the inside so that I can begin moving clutter from the studio to its new home.
If a person receives bad customer service from a business, I think the rule of thumb is they would tell 7 times as many people compared to if they received good customer service. It’s human nature to complain and share the misery. If you go shopping and find everything you need without a hitch, where’s the story in that? Read more
The first room of paintings featured mostly cubism – cubism never really interested me on an aesthetic level, hence no photos. The only Cubist painting I really like is Duchamp’s “Nude Descending a Staircase” – which I think is one of the greatest paintings of all time.
The Phoenix Art Museum does allow photography of works in their own collection, no flash, of course. The only Duchamp in the show was privately owned, and off limits.
There is an Andy Warhol exhibit, several rooms of his portraits. That entire exhibit was off limits to photography, you could not even take a photo of an overview looking into the exhibit.
Whether you like Andy or not, you have to agree that he was involved in a major flood change in the art world.
We ordered flights – a flight is a tray of six 3-ounce glasses – a perfect way to sample beers you normally would not purchase by the pint. I had a ground pork burger with bacon and barbeque sauce on a pretzel roll.
On the way home, we stopped by the Tempe Marketplace, and I picked up a bottle of Glenmorangie 12-year single malt for those evenings when I just don’t feel like filling up on cheap beer.
The first time I ever heard of Purple Sage was in the name of the band, New Riders of the Purple Sage. I thought purple sage was an herb – but growing up on the east coast, I suppose that can be forgiven!
We have a Purple Sage in our front yard, and once a year it gives evidence of its name. It displays bright purple flowers for about a week, then becomes just another green shrub for the rest of the year. Read more