… which, of course, I dare not post here because word has it there are one or two off-color words in it. And if you haven’t heard the Rodeo Song, feel free to visit this link on YouTube. Just don’t do it at work.
What does this have to do with Phoenix real estate? Admittedly, not a whole heck of a lot except for the fact that as I write this it’s nearly noon and it’s still only 46 degrees outside. I suppose this is what the rest of the country and our neighbors up north call winter.
Last week, I was waxing rhapsodic about the joy of relaxing in my back yard with a book. Today, not even I’m crazy enough to go out on the porch unless I’m wearing lots of clothes – what some parts of the country call layers, I’m told – and I’m not sure I want to go find my tennis shoes to do it.
Yes, I’ve been wearing flip flops until the past two days. It is Arizona, after all.
None of the beagles seem to have the slightest idea what to do. They all keep looking at me like I’m insane when I encourage them to go outside and do what needs to be done. I’d suggest a walk but they have a look on their face much like the Donners did, or so I guess.
You have to understand, when you live in Arizona you take for granted the notion that the sun will warm things up … a lot. So when the sun is high in the sky and it’s having next to no effect on the temperature, it’s a very strange thing.
Fortunately, we’ll be done with this odd bit of weather in a few days and we can go back to our traditional Arizona winter of 60-degree days. And by mid-February we’ll be well on our way to spring.
For now, though, I’m only glad I’ve got a heater in my