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I am thinking about my friend DM these days, and her No A/C summer. Chronically overheating can cause me to feel rage. Here are some signs of summer in Arizona:

-The first day when we start closing the windows during the day, then opening them up again at night.

-The first day when we stop opening up the windows at night because there's no point anymore.

-The point where it's finally warm enough to kill all the pollen and I can breathe again (around 90 degrees F and above).

-The point when electronic devices stop working properly because they have chronically overheated one too many times.

-The point where the "cold" tap water comes out warm.

-The point where we stop using the "hot" water entirely when showering.

-The point where it becomes unwise to be outside for more than an hour at a time in the middle of the day.

-The point where it becomes unwise to leave one's bike parked in the sun because the metal will get burning-hot. [which reminds me that I should really make a saddle cover just to extend the saddle's lifespan, and maybe grip covers, too, because they're starting to melt from all the UV exposure]

-The point where the cat doesn't want to snuggle anymore (this one is earlier, at around 83 degrees).

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When I first moved to Arizona, the Roosevelt Row area consisted of a couple strips of old, historic houses repurposed into art galleries, and a whole bunch of vacant dirt lots that would fill up with EZ-Up tents and food trucks on First Fridays. There was one morning when I showed up for the Downtown Phoenix Farmer's market and an area a block away was cordoned off with police tape due to some major crime incident.

The old houses turned into art galleries are still there, mostly. The one that held JoBot (coffee and vegan cupcakes) got closed down and is completely coated in graffiti. But the old houses are now almost completely surrounded by brand-new luxury condo buildings that house hip coffeeshops and bars on their main floors. The old houses are a commodity in that they reference "antique" and "quaint."

This is a thing that's being constructed next to the newer, larger Matt's Big Breakfast location:
Construction, downtown Phoenix

It will apparently house a collection of small restaurants and shops, within those shipping containers and a central courtyard. It is part of the amnesia-of-place that has been happening in Phoenix for a long time, now, and that is also hitting other large cities to greater or lesser extents, too. The food will probably be good, the atmosphere loud, and it will probably be a good place to see and be seen, for those who revel in such things.

Down the street, on Roosevelt Street itself, someone is building a house (maybe?) out of actual adobe bricks. I haven't taken a picture of that building yet. The idea of constructing dwellings out of the resources that are available locally is an idea that appeals to me. Adobe in the desert. Rocks, elsewhere. Cedar in the damp.

At Goodwill today, I scored a nice linen shirt and two pairs of pants that I deemed adequate. I did not purchase this lampshade:

Goodwill, Tempe, AZ

The base is approximately 3 feet in diameter.

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