Joe and I went on a grand adventure this summer. We moved to California (inland). Now after surviving a week with 100+ degree weather, we are wishing our adventure was over. Even I, who grew up in Arizona didn't fare all that well some times.

Thanks be to an air-conditioning unit we installed in one of our windows. We really feel it has saved our lives.

To begin with, we would like you to meet our neighbors:

Meet "Bob." Well, his name isn't really Bob, and this isn't really him. But it is as close as we could get. He is actually a very nice man who just happens to spend his days worshiping Apollo in his backyard and taking his best friend "Scooby" for walks around town. However, he is an older gentleman with a very, VERY tanned physique and whose favorite apparel are similar to those found above. Just add black mid calf socks and white shoes.
Actually, yesterday there was a sighting of "Bob" with some pants on as he ran his weed-eater in his yard. You know something is wrong when you do a double take because an old man has pants on.

Meet one of the pets that we have collected:



This is TP. We found him in the bathroom. We named him after his favorite mode of transportation as we dispatched him to heaven through the aid of St. John. We thought he would be better off there rather than in our house.



We have another friend we have affectionately nick-named Grinder. We have not actually sighted this little guy. But, he has ways of letting us know that he is around and making sure we don't miss him. First, he shredded the filter that goes to my wheat grinder, guess I shouldn't have left the flour in there. Not only was the filter shredded, the wheat grinder bore unmistakable signs of rodent curiosity (little yellow spots, etc, etc.). His main calling card has been "little presents." He has hit my pajama pants, my sock drawer, and my least favorite, the dish-drying rack. We, in turn, have left a few house warming presents for him. He disappeared, hope we weren't too hard on him.