We’ve been accused of being joined at the hip. This is us in cactus. 
Back to Chandler
We’ve been staying within a two-hour radius of Lindsay, waiting for our new grandbaby to arrive. 2018 December Arizona Trip Now we’re going to stay within a 20 minute radius for the rest of our time here. C’mon next Baby Taylor. Let’s do this thing!
A cool cloudy day
The next sunny morning reveals a dusting on the desert hilltops. 
The telephoto look also reveals that there has been a forest fire up there, and there are a couple observatory domes. 
(Perhaps Mt. Lemmon Sky Center Observatory.) https://www.google.com/maps/@32.4418113,-110.7900205,712m/data=!3m1!1e3
The telephoto look also reveals that there has been a forest fire up there, and there are a couple observatory domes. (Perhaps Mt. Lemmon Sky Center Observatory.) https://www.google.com/maps/@32.4418113,-110.7900205,712m/data=!3m1!1e3 Arizona Blonde
A special kind of blonde. An Arizona tarantula. Right out there in the dark last night. 
Henry found it first. We haven’t meant to be looking for tarantulas, but this has turned out to be a good tarantula year for us. Now we’ve seen three in the last couple months. Our picture in the dark isn’t very good. Here is a better picture: 
(Not my photo.) Maybe we should go on a tarantula-quest. At least one tarantula in every state! Oh. Wait. Judy says maybe not. Here is where the Arizona Blonde lives 
Henry found it first. We haven’t meant to be looking for tarantulas, but this has turned out to be a good tarantula year for us. Now we’ve seen three in the last couple months. Our picture in the dark isn’t very good. Here is a better picture: (Not my photo.) Maybe we should go on a tarantula-quest. At least one tarantula in every state! Oh. Wait. Judy says maybe not. Here is where the Arizona Blonde lives I made dinner tonight
In WWII, the military ate K Rations. When I was in the Army in the 60s, we ate C Rations when we were in the field. Today, Judy and I decided to try the current version of military field-food, MREs, Meals Ready to Eat. (Actually, I decided and inflicted my decision on Judy.) The first problem with an MRE is that it packs 1,250 calories for one meal. That’s more than either of us needs for a single meal, so we split one. 
Tonight’s fare, beef brisket (warmed up with the included heating pouch), Au gratin potatoes (that’s the yellow/orange food on the plate), bread, peanut butter, jelly, cranberries, irish cappuchino, and a tootsie roll for dessert. 
That’s a lot of stuff. Yum! Or maybe not. A few hours later, this effort doesn’t seem like such a good idea. We could use a little help. Maybe each MRE should include Alka Seltzer as well…