Thanks for the welcome back, Arizona

Well, it has been just more than one week since I returned from my Texas vacation, and what a welcome back Arizona decided to give me.

To begin, less than one hour after I landed back in the desert, I blew out a tire on our irrigation truck on my way to pick Brandon up from home. I was picking him up because he had no vehicle there, and needed to retrieve another tractor from his parents'. Thus, I had to walk to our house in the sweltering 110 degree temperatures, and he had to walk to the truck to fix the tire.

The very next day, I was taking the irrigation truck to the grocery store at 7am. I didn't make it more than one-eighth of a mile before the spare tire Brandon installed went flat on me. Like completely sitting on the ground flat.

On the third day of my return, Mason and I had been out in a field shoveling rows all afternoon. Brandon called to tell me to make our way to the ditch, we were finally calling it a day and going home. When I arrived at the irrigation ditch, my phone fumbled around in my hand, and fell in. I had to jump in after it, and found it just a couple minutes later at the bottom. Luckily, it only had to dry out for two days, and is now back in working order.

Tuesday, Mason and I were in charge of watering the sorghum rows. We had to do a lot of driving around the field, so I thought it was a perfect place for him to get some more driving practice. And he loves to drive, so he was more than happy to shuttle me around for the day. As we approached the end of the field, I told him to turn around. I was refilling our water jug and not paying much attention to where he was going. He had three field roads he could use to turn my little truck around. Instead, he chose the muddy corner of an adjoining field. And we got stuck. Mason was able to use the backhoe we had out there to get me out with fairly little effort, so that was nice.

Two days later, I arrive at one of our alfalfa fields to change water just before 4am. I find the water is not ready to be changed. As I make my way to the ditch at the upper end, I notice the water level is quite low. Sure enough, at the other end of the field, there is a giant whole where the ditch was completely washed away. My first response? I called Brandon and just started hollering, "I need you, I need you, I need you! Big mess! Ahhhh!" into the phone. Then, I had to move a huge metal check nearly as big as I am (or it feels like it, anyway) to a spot in the ditch in front of the hole, and leave it for Brandon and Mason to fix later.

On Friday, I found a swarm of bees in our backyard. Brandon was out of town for the day. I snapped a picture and sent it to him. He said they would move, and he would take care of them if they didn't. Well, they ended up moving alright. To right above our front porch swing. They're still there.

I had to watch water in the field across from our house the following day. That afternoon, I was checking it on the four wheeler when a bug flew in my ear. For the rest of the day, I could feel it fluttering and hear it buzzing in there. I would scream and shake my head to the side every time it happened, which was probably quite comical for anyone who might have been watching. I never felt it yesterday, but I also never noticed it coming out, so I'm pretty sure there's a dead bug in my ear.

And what did we wake up to yesterday morning? Birds chirping. Loudly. Less than ten feet from our bed. I guess another one nested in our master bathroom.

So thanks, Arizona. I'm glad to be back.

Recap
Day 1: blowout
Day 2: flat
Day 3: phone in ditch
Day 4: truck stuck
Day 6: ditch blown out
Day 7: bee invasion
Day 8: bug in ear
Day 9: birds return to the bathroom