And I say she bought it for me, although it's "for the house," because I know she would have been okay with the 20-inch console until it completely stopped working and likely would never replace it on her own. And I will have to cough up for "my half" next week when I'm paid, but she still bought it for me. I <3 my wife. (It's pretty cool that two women can move a 40-inch television by ourselves. The old 20-inch requires some serious muscles to shift around. Now that it's all put together, I can move it all by myself, even with my bad arm.)
So yesterday morning we got out to Tempe for the neighborhood cleanup crew, checked in, got our t-shirts, and waited for the event to begin. It was a nice morning, a little cloudy, not too cold, and things were going well. Not long before the speeches to kick off the event, the wind started to come up. The temperature started dropping. Still okay, no storms were expected until afternoon at the earliest. We deployed to walls where we were armed with matched paint to cover up fresh graffiti as well as the multi-colored cover patches there already covering old graffiti. It got colder and windier. Barb and I finished our section of grey wall (making it much nicer, really), and our other crew got their long wall done, and during this time it started to sprinkle, then sprinkle harder (Barb and I saw what we were sure were red-winged blackbirds -- they were making a call we'd never heard, and got close enough to them to see the patches of red on their shoulders!), and then finally the rain was coming down rather hard. The crew heads said we could just leave the paint buckets and rollers (they'd pick 'em up with the truck), and walked quickly back to the park, where they WERE setting up the promised picnic lunch under one of the ramadas, but everyone was cold, getting colder, and very wet, so many of us took off. Ironic, the last time this was scheduled it was postponed because the entire week had been wet and rainy, yet that weekend dawned bright and beautiful; this ended up being the complete opposite. Ah, well. A lot of trash was picked up and the community walls are painted, at least. Hopefully when the heavy rain went through it didn't wash all that wet paint away...
Barb and I thought about stopping on the way home for lunch or something, but we were very wet and cold so we came home first to change before going out again. The worst of the storm had already passed over Phoenix (we drove through some serious rain coming home) so by the time we went out again it was actually pretty dry, although it rained again later in the afternoon.
Last night had delicious gumbo and King Cake at tiirz's place, with a viewing of some of the BBC show "No Heroics" (rather amusing) and a fun little independent film called "Wristcutters: A Love Story," which I liked rather a lot. Nommy food, fun folks, nice night! I took a sip of wine, but that's all! I was very good. I wanted more, but I didn't. I was good.
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