I have returned from guarding the piano, accordion, three cats, treehouse, garden, fruit trees, badminton net, basketball hoop, a Wii, great Lego collection, movies ranging from Gilbert and Sullivan to Eddie Izzard, and maybe a thousand books. The man next door DID share his pool; he even dropped by twice to remind me to swim.
True to my word, I wore absolutely nothing worth photographing. In fact, I wore so little— desert summers are vicious— that I had to scramble desperately for clothes any time the doorbell rang. Color me shy.
Meanwhile, Mr. Jaunty has spent the past ten days helping Jean move from Arizona to Oregon. He’ll be home in New Mexico at 2 or 3 AM.
I am now sitting in my [dismally] humble apartment, suffering slight cat withdrawal and awaiting Mr. Jaunty’s return.
Consider yourself up-to-date on the endless roller coaster of thrill that is my life. If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to watch the dishes dry.