Finally! The humans have been trying to break free of job, plague, condestruction, and various other entanglements for over a year, in order to go visit the female’s mother who lives in the faaaar western portion of the state. After a very, very long car trip, here we are in another time zone, in a different house, being fed a lot of good food and enjoying some different scenery.
The human female, in order to burn off some of the good food and revel in the different scenery–and the low humidity!–is taking a long walk in order to revisit the neighborhood where she grew up.
It is a very strange place. What is one to make of this inscription on the wall around the school?
Don’t look, Sigyn! There is a dead bovine in the middle of the thoroughfare!
The human female says those are just transitory aberrations and that some things never change. For example, one can still look between the houses and see the desert.
The Franklin Mountains haven’t changed.
They’re still there, at the end of every east-west street.
Ehehehe! Ow! I think I just sprained something laughing. I just asked the human female what their names are–and she doesn’t know. Umpteen years of living there, and she never learned which name goes with which peak. Oh, well. suppose it doesn’t matter. When I take over this planet, I’m naming everything after myself. Except the really pretty bits, which I will name after Sigyn.
Other things have changed. The human female went to elementary school here.
They have torn bits of it down and are rebuilding. Probably to get rid of her cooties.
The junior high school has been completely remodeled:
Likewise the high school, which is totally unrecognizable.
Apparently, as she got older, she left more and more contamination behind, and the only remedy was to tear down and start over.
This is the house where her family lived when she was born. Someone else lives there now.
I guess Baby Human Female didn’t have too many cooties, because it’s still standing and hasn’t changed much at all. It has a lawn, while many of the other houses have desert landscaping.
Except this one, which looks like some fantastic botanic garden run amok. There is not a square inch of unoccupied ground.
Sigyn is in love with it. Perhaps we can stop by again, my love.
It was interesting to see some different landscape plants for a change. We found some small trees busy dropping curious brown fruits all over the sidewalk.
(poke, poke, poke.) I don’t trust it.
The female says it is a jujube and we should taste it. I’m not going to try it, mortal. You want it tasted, YOU taste it.
“Tastes like a date”? I’ll just bet… If you’re still alive in eight hours or so, then we’ll talk.