We drove to the Rez today. I dropped Her off at the casino, made my rounds and took the Attorney General to lunch. At the Plaza I had to pull Herself away from the Dollar General where she had completely overspent her lavish $5 Parker allowance; mostly on the grandkids, as usual. When we left town, the car's thermometer registered 117, and it stayed between there and 114 all the way back to Ahwatukee. The paper says we've had 29 days above 110 this year - so far.
If I drive the car the speed limit, I can get 28 mpg. If I drive, as I did today, funly, I get 25.4. Exceeded 100 only twice, but shaved more than 30 minutes off the 170 mile trip each way. Figure it cost less than $5 more to drive that way. She squealed, cringed and winced a couple times, but was pretty good, all things considered.
How can it be that my grandson turns 8 this week? Jesus, Mary & Joseph. Thirty years older than my youngest daughter, fifty years older than my grandson. Zoooooom. That's the pace of my life receding in the rear-view mirror.
The good news is that the foot has improved hugely. Have been able to work out, take four mile walks, and last outing I beat Larry by 14 strokes. (Eight of them on one hole, a short three par over water that he 1-putted.) So life ain't bad at all, once again.
Tell me, who's better off than me? Anyone? Anyone?
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