October 23, 2013 by genelup
The old man walked his poodle/pug, Smokey, this morning; went the long way around the neighborhood including trudging up Elk Road which is rather steep. Smokey and I got a good workout. At least I did. Smokey took it all in his four-legged stride. He is 12 years old, and I am 75. In adult years, Smokey is about the same age as me.
But that’s not the point I want to make. The flatlanders and their dogs have left my Ponderosa Pines neighborhood. This summer when I walked Smokey I constantly met other people walking their dogs. They are gone now, and Smokey and I have the streets all to ourselves. Hardly any cars pass us now on the road since the flatlanders left.
I don’t know why the flatlanders (those without school aged children) have left for Phoenix and Tucson and other warmer places. Two of my best couple friends have houses in the Valley and they have left up here but I understand because they have grown adult children, grand-children and even great-grandchildren living near them in the Valley. The afternoons here in late October are the best time of the year. In the Spring and Summer the days are often windy or raining. This afternoon my outdoor thermometer needle reached 80 degrees — in the sun. When I woke up this morning the thermometer read 30 degrees. Okay, a little chilly, but it is a dry cold. In Phoenix 30 degrees would be a wet cold. 30 degrees up here in the mountains feel like 60 degrees in Phoenix, and 30 degrees in Phoenix is like zero degrees up here at 7,000 feet elevation.
Today, I got a call from a man who bought my book, Top O’ the Pines, a history of Pinetop and Arizona’s White Mountains, where I live. He wants me to sign and personalize the book for his father, who just celebrated his 92nd birthday. It will be my honor. I am completely out of Top O’ the Pines books. The 2,500 copies I had printed are gone. I don’t know if I should order some more or retire the book. Maybe I’ll update it. I made money on the book, and it paid for the self-publishing of my other two books, Fish Catches Man and My Life Shattered then it got worse, until.... I’m down to only four copies of Fish.
That’s it for now. I got to pick up dead limbs that dropped on my property and chop them up for fire wood, and also I’ll have to split some logs. Winter is coming. Tomorrow, though, I’m going fishing.