Tomorrow is the local 4th of July celebration, but we aren’t having fireworks. I think the townspeople would lynch anyone who set off a firework after the fire we just had. Across the border of New Mexico is a huge warehouse stuffed with giant (and illegal) fireworks. Tonight the men will dig a huge fire pit to roast 500 pounds of beef and tomorrow the women will shred it to make tacos. Personally, when the temperature is 118 the last thing I want to see is a fire pit full of meat. With any luck, a thunderstorm will blow up.
Our local handyman has a walled garden with 70 pets. I haven’t seen it yet, but he has pot-bellied pigs, peacocks, ducks, a fish pond and a grape arbor for them to take shelter from the heat. His assistant, Robert, has caught his enthusiasm and has bought four ostrich chicks. He plans to race them. Harold explained to him that ostriches are not really tame and they can kill you with one kick and anyhow they don’t understand anything about racing. Robert is sure he can make the scheme work. Harold’s car was once stuck in a dry riverbed in Africa. A male ostrich tried to drive him away by trying to break the windows with his beak. When that didn’t work, the ostrich lifted his tail feathers and crapped all over the hood. If Robert doesn’t put up a high fence I think the coyotes, mountain lions and bears will take care of the ostrich problem.