Back 'home' again, and we got a late start so Budd didn't want to stop for any pictures. It's ok, I slept most of the way back, anyway. Facing the sun does that to me when I'm riding in a moving vehicle.
On the way back we stopped at Basha's Dine Market for milk, and I was shocked to find myself in line at the cash register between two other Caucasian women, neither of whom looked familiar from the park. Budd was waiting in the car so I didn't try to make their acquaintance. Where could they have come from?
We found a couple of packages waiting for us when we returned yesterday. One was my new, faster computer (necessary for my tutoring). And the other was our very own DirectTV satellite. I didn't know you could buy them, but when Budd was researching our options after I discovered the bitter truth about moving with DTV, he found out you could. After some frustration this morning, we finally have it aimed correctly and have the signal we want. Yay!!! Jazz games!!! Right now he's sleeping through the Saints/Cardinals game. I watched most of the first half and then got a signal that I could float for tutoring hours, but I'm not receiving any requests, so I may go back and watch the rest.
Speaking of tutoring, I'm no longer on probation...have received my promotion to Tutor I and a dollar raise. WhoopWhoop! Now the new computer really is justified.
Was supposed to be bright and sunny today, but there's been a thin gray layer between us and the sun all day. Looks like it is full cloud cover now. I wanted to go out to an obscure arch at the end of the South Rim road tomorrow, but if the rain comes early it might not be a good idea. I think the road is dirt for the last 15 miles or so.
Returning to a subject that caught our attention when we first came here, Budd has developed a theory about alchohol, bootlegging, and the littered highway. He had heard that the prohibition on alcohol wasn't strictly enforced due to lack of law enforcement personnel. Someone told him that the first offense might just result in confiscation, maybe second in a fine and it would have to be very serious to get much worse than that. We've also noticed some obvious public intoxication, and of course the beer cans and bottles by the side of the road. Budd's theory is that people go off-res to Gallup or Page to get it, then drink it on the way home and throw the evidence out the window. He also theorizes that it's the forbidden nature of it that appeals so strongly. Maybe, but it seems that there is some genetic inability to metabolize it well, also, possibly related to the genetic pre-disposition for Type II diabetes. The human toll is awful, though. Driving out to Page and back, it seemed that the Adopt-A-Highway signs were every two or three miles, and three-to-one were memorials for family members killed on the highways rather than just civic-minded individuals and businesses.
Still no tutor requests, so I'm going back to the ball game.
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