To make raisins. No kidding, and they're intensely sweet hot off the vine, if you can stand to run out there and pick them. The mockingbirds love raisins, but birds are smart enough to wait until the relative cool of the morning.
No walks for Doodles, the sidewalks would roast him like a wiener. He does his outside business quick. My sister Marji always says that living in Las Vegas in the summer is like North Dakota in winter. Going outside is like opening an oven (or freezer) door. And you won't see the local desert rats baking in the sun drinking margaritas like tourists. Followed by a trip to the emergency room.
However! Even for warm weather lovers like me, this week will be pretty intense and the hottest streak of the year so far in Las Vegas, approaching 115. I seem to break weather records wherever I go.
Dad did great holding down the fort alone this weekend. He and Doodles appear to be joined at the hip. Just saying, Marji, your dog is a real little opportunist. So much for canine loyalty.
I was happy to get here about noon. My flight was on time and the Uber driver out to the house personable and a good driver (what more can you ask?)
However, I sat way in the back of the plane, trapped in a window seat next to an enormous tattooed guy who did that man-spreading thing like Donald Trump the whole way. I had a creak in my back trying to avoid body contact while he slept without a care in the world. Some men.
The landing wasn't as rough as it can be, descending into the scorching valley. We had "Captain Jennifer" at the helm again. Gosh, I've flown down here so many times I'm getting to know the Alaska pilots.
It was too hot this afternoon to go to the grocery store or out to eat, so we had quite good Chinese delivered (free!) from a restaurant down the street. Just try that in West Seattle. You gotta love this town sometimes.
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