Scribble Diary: July 7, 2013
They say it’s a dry heat, but 110 degrees with humidity is fun for no one. Monsoon season is getting ready to descend on Arizona within the next few days. We haven’t seen rain in a few months, so I’m hoping those gray clouds do more than shout thunder and spew lightening. (And yes, I noticed I forgot the letter “h” in breathe. Some weirdo guy was staring at me when I was making this page and it distracted me).
While driving to the bookstore the other day, a quail with babies darted into the road and I instinctively hit the brakes. I do the same for any animal that crosses the road and I don’t care who’s honking their horn behind me. Critters deserve the same courtesy and respect as human pedestrians.
All I had to do was look in my “bookstore bag” to give me ideas for my survival kit. All of these things are with me when I head out or are present in my intended location. I have a classic iPod that plays both music and video, but does not have a touch screen. I prefer it that way and will probably keep my old iPod until it dies!
My muse obviously doesn’t go in my bag, but she never lets me go anywhere without whispering in my head. For that, I am beyond grateful!
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c.b.w. 2013
C.B. Wentworth 