slumlord 1, team awahtukee 0
Thursday 19 June 2008 | someone left a cookie
Cruelly, the First Annual Humor issue of the Un is still not finished; and we leave for our weird northern NM gambling vacation in but a few hours. And I still have to hoover and buy ice for the cooler—the Brujo is at summer school, competing with youtube for his students’ scattered focus (at present they’re all obsessed with Nicole Randall Johnson’s “can I have your number” MADtv skit; even the spectacle of the B’s paystub (to teach percentages, as in, how little is left after taxes) barely captures their attention. So I’m finishing the packing and cleaning for our 11-hour drive. Huzzah for crystallized ginger!
The real obstacle in finishing the humor issue, though, has been the Slumlord, who, after a year of relatively mild misbehavior, chose this week to get extra slummy on our ass. Team Awahtukee (my sardonic name for the reluctantly suburban unit of the Brujo and I, usually used in a “versus” construction) rallied but ultimately lost this battle, centering around our leaky berms (!).
En bref, lawns within a certain central radius of Tartarus are flood-irrigated every two weeks during the growing season. It’s some relic of the controlled agricultural flooding for former grain fields that’s now reserved for the express purpose of keeping our little corner of the Sonoran preternaturally green. The Gorgon conveyed an understandable disbelief that such a practice existed and I now offer photographic evidence for the doubtful:
Oh BUGGER I’m out of time. To Be Continued! I did write a couple of other, less encyclopedically humorous, posts to appear in my absence. See you next Tuesday, when I shall return bearing, I am certain, ear-scathing tales of vice.
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Talent show at the academy for gifted and talented children alternated between precocious Suzuki-inspired musical numbers and re-enactments of favorite youtubed moments (The Chronicles, Yeah, of Narnia) and now I realize that I have to be grateful that I didn’t get to sit through the seventh-grade version of “Harassment is Funny.” Have a lovely weekend.