I had a very bad, bad, day today. Adrenaline surged through me, I wished I had a car to lift. But no, just flying brain matter to contain. I’m a very bad, feral girl to let myself lose my temper like that. It didn’t even concern politics or religion.
I already e-mailed the Q Letter. The Q letter is a polite but firm “I’m not the right person for you” letter—I’ve had to do it enough times over the years to have sort of a template. I never tell customers the truth about why I’m leaving a cleaning job because people don’t get it when they have been inhospitable. My two main rules of housecleaning are 1) don’t make me chase down the check, and 2) GO AWAY. Is that so much to ask? I don’t ask clients to supply anything unless they have some special product they want me to use. My customers who understand my simple needs get the most honest and detailed cleaning service you can buy. I clean houses the same way I draw or work on dictionaries, lovingly and a little obsessively.
In a bizarre chain of events, I got into a fight with the son of the owner of the house. It’s not the first time but it sure is the last because I’m never going back. I had no choice but to tell the truth in today’s Q letter, and, never one to shy away from a good adjective, I’m the one with a knot in my stomach. A mother is going to stick up for her son.
So I’m posting some recent buzzard (turkey vulture) pictures to cheer me up. Bisbee is famous for its buzzards. They come in the spring and leave in the late fall, but some stay all year. In the spring people await their arrival at what’s called the Buzzard Tree on Tombstone Canyon Rd. The buzzards alight in great flocks and people come to look at them. Here it is almost the end of October and there are still a lot of them here. Locals know not to park under the buzzard tree, or your car will soon be covered in buzzard shit.
What the hell did buzzards eat before there was roadkill? Was there enough death in the desert to support their numbers?