It is summer in the Superstitions. Temperatures have been hovering around 110° F. Monsoon is here, driving up the humidity which is a rare thing in the desert.
The studio is close to unbearable except for late at night when I have begun the process of embalming myself with alcohol.
Couple that with injuries that I have endured – massive tear of my right rotator cup and a detached bicep, coupled with a broken rib and I have been convalescing. Surgery is scheduled for the end of the month, at which point I am told I will be out of commission for 90 days.
My doctor has permitted light duty work, and my employer has been gracious to allow me to work and basically supervise operations and nothing more.
Come September I understand I will be grounded from work for a few weeks – with no use of my right arm at all it will be difficult to put my truck into gear let alone drive it. Dreading that, but Liz and I plan to go to Vegas, baby! for a weekend. We also have tickets to see the Reverend Horton Heat in September, and the Doobie Brothers in October. The two concerts are our birthday presents to each other. I turn the big 6-0 this September.
That is all that is new – life in the Sonoran Desert slows down in the summer with little to do except seek air conditioning and liquor.