Liz captured a phenomenal photo last night just before sunset. Normally our Sonoran Desert sky is bereft of clouds – but Monsoon season ushers in tremendous formations. Sunrises are glorious, and sunsets formidable.
We had an extremely dry season this year, drier than normal, so the recent deluges and chaotic weather patterns during this Monsoon season, while not entirely welcome inasfar as they are quite destructive, are a necessary part of the cycle of life and death in the desert.
I have to run the lawnmower – an old style push-reel mower – every few days over what serves as grass in our yard. The temperatures have dropped from the 115° + area to the 80’s. But it is an unpleasant drop, as the humidity is close to an ungodly 50%. So much for the “it’s a dry heat” adage…
The thunderstorms are something to behold – lighting shows that would kick the ass of any lazer-light show at a rock and roll arena.
I have been melancholy of late – not good but it still beats the pants off of depression. There is a light atthe end of the tunnel, and while with every brightneing at the curve has been offset by a dimming with another curve, at least that ray of hope has not been obliterated entirely as it has so many times in the past. Exiting New Jersey was the best move I ever made in my life. Maine was never my problem; it was corrupt lawyers and untouchable judges operating just outside the law that have served to disillusion me.
But, enough of that nonsense…
The landscape here is breathtaking. I have a job that I enjoy (most of the time) providing personal challenges as well as a consistent paycheck. Weekly entertainment is provided by the local auction – good, cheap, clean (mostly) fun!