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A Happy Entry! Oh look! A Happy Entry! I am working on my response to the letter I got from The Evil mother in law from Hell. But I�m even tired of that shit so I thought I would actually share some happy shit with y�all because I did have a great vacation just one short month ago, before the shit hit the fan so to speak. I went to my mom's place in Prescott Valley, AZ for a week�s vacation and it really was a great vacation. I love my family here in Kansas, but they are my job so it's not much of a vacation for me when we go on a family vacation. This was just me all by my little, lonesome self. There were no exceptional plane delays and no lost luggage. Mom & her hubby treated me to a very good time. Mom only tried to kill me twice and neither time was intentional. They have a beautiful new house. It's open; it's airy; it's spotlessly clean. They have three huge cats and while it wasn't the same as the cat and dog lovin' I'm used to getting at home, I did have a 'pet fix' when I needed one. They have a great pool and spa. It was far too cold for the pool, but with the exception of one stormy night, I was in the spa each night for a nice relaxing soak. Note to self: must get a hot tub... Of course we went to Sedona one day. We spent a good chunk of time at a roadside spot that sells arts, crafts, and every imaginable piece of yard art you could possibly dream up, all in one place. I got goodies for my Dad there since they had some unusual spices�read: hotter than Hades�that I thought he might like. Mom got me a cute little door stop shaped like a kitty cat (I've been using a rock) and a cute little ceramic tile with a lizard design on it. Once we made it into town proper, we did what any woman does�we went shopping. We got T-shirts and other fun things. We took pictures of stuffed dead animals, red chili peppers hanging to dry, gosh-awful yard art and beautiful wood carvings. Once we were all shopped out, we headed up the canyon to look at the red rocks and visit Slide Rock State Park. Oak Creek Canyon had experienced torrential rains along with much of the southwest these past few months so we were unable to go to the park. I imagine they have some damage to repair from the extra high creek levels. This did not stop us from continuing further up stream and pulling off to check out some lovely areas. I was amazed at how high the waters had been as evidenced by the log jams and bits of formerly floating debris lodged high in the saplings and trees. I know that some of the residents of the canyon must have had water running through their living rooms judging from their location right on the creek. While they did no formal evacuations, I heard that at one point if you left your home, they would not let you back in. Still, it must be quite a beautiful place to live if you can accept the fact that you could one day lose it all to mother nature's whims. Another day found us at Prescott, in the old downtown area that reminded me so much of our main street in Podunk, Kansas. Lots of expensive little boutiques right next to the western wear store that's been there for 75 years. Java joints, restaurants and old time saloons compete for the tourist dollar and neither of us escaped without leaving behind some cash. There was a beautiful courthouse with iron statues and a very cool time-line of the history of Arizona. This is where I did some of my trinket shopping for Ms., aka my better half, and Bonnie. There was a store there called The Cat's Meow that I'm sure Bonnie and I could spend hours in. It was just jammed to the rafters with cool stuff, most of which had a cat motif. As it was mom & I tarried quite long there. We did take a day or two to vegetate and just lay around doing nothing, but there is so much to see and do nearby. We went to an old copper mining town high in the mountains. Jerome, Arizona is a mile high city; you can tell that from the twisty-turny road that leads to it from the valley floor. The only worse thing I can imagine than driving up this road is being a passenger in a car driving up this road. I was terrified. I can't believe how terrified in light of the way I used to speed my Camaro through the canyons to the beach when I lived in California (to the best of my knowledge I still hold the record on Topanga Canyon between Woodland Hills and PCH). I guess it's simply a matter of being closer to the grave than the cradle. I was much relieved to be told that there was a softer, gentler�albeit longer�way to get home. It was beautiful up there and the buildings were quite interesting, but it doesn't take much imagination to see how gravity wants to pull everything down hill. The town is filled with artist's galleries and studios. Gift shops that stock everything from local wares to made-in-Taiwan. Taverns and Bed & Breakfast houses adorn each and every picturesque street and there is history everywhere. If you come, bring your walking shoes and plenty of memory and batteries for your camera. Walking is the only way to truly see it and you'll want to take pictures of everything. It was an even more relaxing vacation than the trip to Dad�s place in Oregon owing to the fact that there was a spa to soak in every night before I fell into bed. Mother�s socially under-developed husband managed to not get on my nerves and I managed to not kill him so I�d call that a pretty successful trip. Listening to: tomorrow�s weather forecast Smelling: woodsmoke Reading: linda howard kiss me while I sleep Mood: refreshed
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