I was able to buy the house I’ve been renting for the past couple of years. It’s on the south side of a road where the north side abuts the Phoenix Mountain Preserve. There’s a mountain to my north called Shaw Butte that has a bunch of phone service repeater towers on it. I took this photo on a very rare day when it was raining (yes, in Phoenix!) while the sun was out. So a double rainbow was visible for a little while.
This was in October, 2018. We got a record amount of rainfall that month. It was pretty crazy. The dirt and rocks in my yard were hidden beneath 4′ tall plants of some kind. I have no idea what they were or where they came from, but they didn’t seem to grow on the desert side of the street. Just in yards and the alleyway behind my house.
I rented a weed-wacker at Home Depot for a weekend and took most of them out. It cost $100. I had to do it a few more times, so I just bought one for myself. What a mess it was. Now I’ve got hundreds of little 2″-4″ sticks poking out of the ground all over the yard that crunch when you step on them.
Well, it looks like it has been a while since I’ve posted. Sheesh. I post a ton of stuff on Facebook, mostly political rants in my public feed, tho. (They seem to keep the riff-raff away.) The interesting stuff is all in private groups that can’t be seen outside of them.
The problem with so-called “social media” is that most people have different facets in our lives. We spend time in different communities with different people, and they don’t typically overlap. Social media assumes your entire life is an open book, and everybody sees everything. Aside from celebrities that even pay to get subscribers from themarketingheaven.com for their YouTube channels or social media profiles, I don’t know too many people like that. Maybe it’s a generational thing.
I can’t imagine having 1000+ friends in 8th grade and growing up with that many luantics in tow. I went to the same grade school and high school, and couldn’t wait to get into college so I could get away from those folks. Over half of my life was spent with a lot of them, and I didn’t care if I never saw any of them ever again. Continue reading