This little guy is called a Mexican General. In a very short period of time, these things will be everywhere and they’ll be big. They’re quite striking in color–especially when they mature but I loathe them nonetheless because they eat at my cactus garden.
Summer is starting to wind down. It’s depressing. The whole idea behind moving to Arizona was the sun and the heat.
I like heat. I love heat. There is nothing more appealing than long blazing days lounging by the pool. Since this monsoon season has brought us some cool cloudy weather, I feel that I’m entitled to a few more weeks of 90 degree weather.
Our home is in the high desert plains. When winter comes, it gets fairly cold. It can even snow at times. I’m so not ready for cold short days. This is the time of year where I feel like a kid at Disneyland right after the Main Street Electrical Parade. You know the day is going to come to an end soon and you’re scrambling to get on the Matterhorn Bobsleds one…more…time…
Oh well. Life can’t always be Disneyland.
Ray decided to go into work today. (We both had the day off.) His aunt in Chicago is having health problems and he may have to go out there this weekend so he went in to work in case he needs Friday off. Carl and I are going to go out for breakfast and then we’re going to kick around all day. I’m kind of tired because I stayed up most of the night watching the meteor shower. (No, I did not get any photos and I’m pissed about it.) I think I see a nap in my future.