At home for the second day from a cold compliments of a co-worker. Lots of things I need to do, but just don't feel like doing them.
























Puff is unhappy.

I am a terrible patient. No uncomplaining patience for me. I want someone to bring me the newspaper and a glass of juice. Someone to straighten the blankets and wash dishes. But none of the cats are helpful in that way. So I sit up for a while, then back to bed. I expect by tomorrow or Sunday I will be back to normal. Yeah me.

To celebrate Arizona becoming a racist, Nazi-esque state, I flew north to Las Vegas to visit friends. Actually, I had planned this long before the fuckwits in Phoenix passed a law destined to become unconstitutional, but hey, that lousy beast Jan Brewer (sorry Jan, your too old for the blonde hooker look) wants to get her dried-up self re-elected.

Anyhows, Erich picked me up at the airport and we drove to his house, which is decorated with many stuffed animal heads from animals that probably breathed last sometime in the early 20th century.
























Wolf?

The next m0rning Erich and I journeyed north to Charleston, way up in the mountains.
























Erich as Madonna in Vogue.

I got to see real snow. I made a snow angel. Or a snow devil. Impossible to tell them apart.
























My butt is getting soaked.

That night Erich, David, James, and George and I had supper at the Venetian.

























David, George, Erich, and James.

The scenery was interesting, lots of women dressed up as whores.
























Pretty moon.

We walked to the Bellagio so I could see the floral display, which had many tulips and hyacinths.
























And a giant bee.

It was a nice weekend, nice to see my friends, and nice to escape the news.

Poor Joey. She likes to sleep in unusual spots sometimes. On Tuesday afternoon I came home from work and I couldn't find her. Then I heard a muffled meowing. She had climbed into the middle dresser drawer and gone to sleep, and I had closed it on her. So she spent nine hours sitting inside the dresser.
























Joey!

It did not occur to me that nine hours was just a bit long for her tiny kitty bladder until yesterday, when I pulled my gym shorts out and discovered that she had peed in the drawer. Sigh. Everything in the washer and then repeated sponging with pure cheap vodka to neutralize the odor.

RANT!

- concealed weapons without permits which can basically be carried anywhere, including bars
- cops can stop any Mexican-looking person and arrest them if they can't immediately prove US citizenship.
- one percent sales tax vote to raise one billion dollars a year to fund schools and police.
- one billion dollar tax cut for rich folks
- 13 of 17 rest stops along Interstates closed
- hundreds of school teachers, librarians, counselors, etc. to be fired
- Presidential candidates have to prove US citizenship
- straight married couples get first pick of adoptable children.

These are a few of the stupid things Republicans legislators in this state are wasting time on. Some fucking asshole named Buzz Mills is running for governor and his main campaign promise is to cut spending more. If you are thinking of moving to Arizona, I would not recommend it.

As summer is just getting started my backyard is lush with wildflowers. I counted 24 different varieties of flowering plants on Friday night. My mother liked to go out and look for new ones every day.
























Penstemon and aloe.

Mummy left yesterday and is safely back in Michigan. I am guessing she is glad to be home to see my sisters and brother, her dogs, and cats.
























Brittlebush.

The house is quiet. I spent the morning sorting through a closet and selecting things to get rid of. The amount of dust and cat hair floating around my house is pretty gross right now- with the spring winds and cats shedding. So I am also doing spring cleaning. Who wants to help?

A history lesson. In 1850 and 1860, census takers recorded information on each enslaved person living in the United States. They completed special census forms for the slaves- listing them by age, sex, and colour. Because slaves were not considered real people, their names were not reported, unless they were over 100 years old.
























1860 slave schedule, Baton Rouge, Louisiana (click on image to enlarge and see details).

In 1860, the State of Mississippi had more slaves (416,178) than free inhabitants (349,943).

So sorry that the fucking Governor of Virginia doesn't understand why the concept of a month honoring the traitors who defended slavery and started a war that killed half a million people isn't such a cool thing to do.

I packed a gluten-free picnic lunch and Mummy and I got into the trusty 1999 Saturn and drove south, along Interstate 10 (paid for by your tax dollars!), turning south on AZ 83 (see above), then east on AZ 90 (and again), to the San Pedro Riparian National Conservation Area (also paid for with tax dollars).

While Mummy visited the loo, I took a self portrait.
























I am scruffy.

Lunch was whatever I had pulled together (dried cranberries, a yoghurt, corn chips and pepperjack cheese). Afterward, we walked over to sit and watch the birds feed.
























Lesser goldfinches.

I like this photograph because it catches some of the birds in mid-air. We also saw the black chinned hummingbirds. Mummy had a nice time.

We then drove east to Bisbee and wandered up the main drag, visiting a few antique stores and a book store. I bought a dinosaur puzzle for Baby Milo.
























Mummy in Bisbee.

On the way back we drove through the little town of St. David, which was busy having one of those delightful Tea Party protests. Ironically, the protesters stood alongside a road constructed with federal tax dollars. They held signs up with messages written on them, and of course tax payer dollars paid for their education. And so on. Here in Arizona we only pay somewhere between 2 and 2.5 percent for state taxes. It is pretty ridiculous to bitch about taxes here.

Mummy heads back to Michigan on Saturday, so I wanted her to have a special day. She told me she really appreciated the drive (lots of wildflowers and a deer), the birds, and Bisbee. Tomorrow night, I am making some of her favorite foods for supper.