The weather out here in Arizona is gorgeous. The nights are pleasantly cool, the days are mildly hot. Since we are in a desert, it almost never rains. It’s just day after day of spectacular landscapes, mountains and sun. Every sunset here is amazing. If we happen to be home, we sit outside and watch the palm trees and the horses and sky.
This is a bizarre city in that it is so much built around the car. Everything is far away. You can’t walk to anything (would be a good bike town, though). And there are farms inside the city. That is the most unusual thing, to see huge fields of cotton or corn or soybeans surrounded by strip malls and suburban housing.
There is a goat that lives here. Laura is renting the guest house on a small 5 acre farm, where the wife of the owner owns and trains 12 horses. The goat loves to come over to the glass door on the side of Laura’s house and look in at us. The goat is always very excited to see us, and expresses this excitement by pooping. So there is always a large amount of goat poop just outside our door. Goat poop takes the form of small, dry pellets. Luckily, this stuff is easy to sweep away with a broom. I do this once or twice a day, go out and sweep away the goat poop. Otherwise we’d end up walking in it.
