It is certainly time for me to let you know that I’ve made it to Tucson safe and sound. I’ve been here three weeks now and have spent most of that time unpacking, organizing and resting. I might have been done with it all if I had the shelving I needed but it hasn’t arrived yet. Well, technically the shelves are here but the upright parts aren’t yet so the shelves are useless in this moment!
I feel quite at home here, not just in Tucson but specifically in our apartment. Given that I rented it sight unseen that’s a good thing! One side of the apartment faces desert which makes me quite happy. Every evening as the sun descends the coyotes can be heard singing their good night song. I’ve seen a family of quail right outside my bedroom window! Just tonight I saw an owl sitting on a chimney (yeah, we all have wood burning fireplaces in our apartments, something I doubt I’ll ever use but who knows?)
The trip cross country couldn’t have been any better. The weather was near perfect, the drive uneventful and I had only one questionable day. That’s one day out of fifteen, two if you count the day we arrived here but that was just stress and overwhelm.
There were several high points during the trip. My favorite thing was finally getting to meet a Facebook friend (Linda Van Kampen) in Florida. She was exactly the wonderful person I expected her to be.
We spent extra days in San Antonio and Carlsbad, NM where we got to do the Riverwalk and explore the caverns, respectfully. The caverns were a really amazing experience.
We ate wonderfully during the trip and neither of us gained any weight at all! We ate at a Chinese buffet, had stromboli/calzone, indulged in filet mignon, enjoyed a night of Mexican food with a mango margarita and I had my first In-N-Out burger! We had fun driving in the truck, talking about just about everything we could and singing Willy Nelson’s On the Road Again each morning! Davette, my trusty driver and friend, now considers herself to be Picasso’s second mother. They became close friends during the trip. Davette took a video of Picasso jumping from bed to bed and has shown it to quite a few people like a proud mother showing off her kid’s newest antics. And speaking of Picasso, he was nothing but a perfect gentleman on the trip. I even felt comfortable leaving him by himself in hotel rooms, something I’ve not done before. It was clear that he was going to be okay with it and, yes, he was perfect.
Another one of the high points came when we were in our room in Carlsbad. We hadn’t even gotten settled yet. I was coming out of the bathroom while Davette was fiddling around when a man suddenly walked into the room! Woohoo! The first man I’ve had in my bedroom in quite a while! Sadly he was there by mistake, the front desk having assigned him the same room they just gave to us minutes before. Thankfully we were all dressed although Picasso certainly gave him a good barking, all while wagging his tail. Great watchdog, ready to lick a intruder to death. Good thing he’s so cute!
So here I am in Tucson…or is it Florida? My brain has known I have “gone back” but sometimes thinks I went back to Florida, not Tucson, so at any moment I might be thinking of going to Publix rather than Albertson’s. My driving has been limited to a very small area but I do manage to get out a bit more than I had been. My trusty steed, my car, has been back in the shop for the last two weeks. The loaner car looks exactly like mine except for the fact that it has been emasculated by having been given an automatic transmission rather than a stick shift. Supposedly my car’s clutch is just fine, thank you (I’ve heard this before), but a part of the roof (an air dam) needed to be replaced and has taken a whole lot longer than I would’ve expected.
While I’m quite tired and my body is complaining about all I’ve been forcing it to do (packing, sitting in a truck for hours on end for two weeks, unpacking) overall everything is good here. I’ve gotten to spend time with old friends I’ve not seen in a while, rekindled lost friendships and appear to be heading toward making some new friends.
Picasso loves it here. As much as he hates the heat he seems to be doing quite well in the desert. He has developed some new routines and has resurrected some old ones (howling in the morning as I grab the leash for his first walk as well as howling when I’m getting his food ready). There is a “racetrack” in the apartment, extending from the kitchen to the dining room to the living room to the hall and back to the kitchen again. Picasso especially loves to run the racetrack whenever I grab a paper towel to clean his face after he has eaten. Perhaps he thinks I need the exercise but all it does for me is make me more dizzy than I already am! He has also found playing “monster” to be a whole lot more fun here. Of course I am the monster and he is running away from me. Seems that running away from me is a real theme here! On any given evening Picasso can be found in his kennel in the bedroom after having abandoned me in the living room. He seems quite content.
Well that’s the quick version of how things have been. I’m going to try to get this up on my website right away since the previous ones I’ve written never got posted. I’ll throw in a few photos taken with my iPhone and call it good. My camera has been taking a rest while I unpack. I’ll try to get back to you again soon, after I’m done with the whole unpacking and organizing thing. I will say that I’ve no doubt I’m exactly where I need to be right now. It is good to be home again.
© 2016 deborah kauffeld