Last week we celebrated David’s youngest brother’s birthday.  A lot of John’s friends and bandmates joined us at Sushi Eye in downtown Chandler. The restaurant was kind and bought several desserts for the whole table at the end of dinner. Later, we walked down to the brand new Irish pub called Murphy’s Law where a few of the guys drank Car Bombs. Happy Birthday John!
I went to the downtown Chandler farmer’s market last Thursday after a long period of not going. It used to consist of a single overpriced farmer. This time, I was overjoyed to find fresh eggs, meyer lemons, key limes, and many more vendors. Thank you, Chandler.
I bought a new cat bed of braided rope for the minions. It’s great because it’s too small. Cats love too small.
It’s been amazing watching you grow up (we’ve known each other since I was twelve). You have a beautiful wife and a beautiful family. You’ve been my friend through the good times and the bad, and I am better for having known you. And no one plays a better game of dangling participles than you.
 
So that wasn’t an acorn squash. It was a melon. And I was getting prepped to stuff the “squash” with quinoa for lunch. It was grown from seeds I purchased at the native seed store in Tucson. Earlier this summer, I planted a lot of different things hoping anything would grown. Quelle surprise!
(Guess I should keep better records. Or any records.)
 
work emails, saddle soap (apparently bad for leather, need to find suitable replacement), wash scooter, ULTA, lunch with Michelle (cancelled), call Joy S. (emailed), Doc Martens?, bruise wheel?, finish Deana’s painting, email Western Builders with invoice, fill out early ballot, chiropractic appointment (rescheduled), finish exterior paint repair, talk to Ida about someone else heading up the community garden…I think that’s it. Maybe.
This morning, David and I got up early and met Joe and Cindy for a scooter ride to Coolidge. Well, David drove his car with Cindy in the passenger seat. Not everyone enjoys the ride. It was a busy trip down through the Queen Creek area–a lot of construction. It’s so weird to think people live in giant homes so far east of everything. I couldn’t believe there was so much out there. How do people commute so far each day?
We ate breakfast at a little dive called Tad’s. Mostly farmers, local business people, and cowboys inside. Coolidge is a town I could imagine Napolean Dynamite growing up in.
The drive back was nice too. We went through Sacaton then through Chandler. I did think we were going to eat some pavement with the crazy crosswinds we fought down and back, but we made it safely.
Whew.
I am so thrilled that the weather is finally cooling down. Not only is it easier to ride my scooter in cooler weather, but plants actually grow. Something about dropping below one hundred degrees triggers happier plants. My grapevine looks bad; it’s the time of year that the bugs eat it, but everything else looks great. I have some corn that might produce something, and my native american squash seeds grew into a beautiful vine that produced what I think is an acorn squash (see photo). The vine is doing pretty well on the lawn. I guess grass is good for something. I’ve planted my seeds for lettuce, kale, carrots, bok choy, chives, and more. We’ll see what grows-I’m not really one for labeling or designating.
