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Prescott loves that logo. I mention this because this past week Steve and I finally took a day trip up there. It's a very cute mountain town with a couple of community colleges, a flight school and a lot of retirees.
I know this for one reason: Right out of college my first job offer was at one of the 2 (that's from memory) radio stations in the area. It was not to be and wasn't exactly the highlight of my first days as a college grad with a degree in broadcast journalism.
Since that fateful fall of 1978 the city has grown by leaps and bounds. It's filled with history, art galleries, antique stores, 3 museums and of course the famous Whiskey Row.
Steve had wanted to go for a while, but the closest we have gotten was the day trip to the neighboring area of Prescott Valley when we took the boys to the zoo.
Not knowing how dog-friendly the town would be we dropped off Lucky to Adam, who had the day off, and went to start our latest adventure.
We live in this perfect spot to make these day trips happen. An hour from Sedona, Prescott, Prescott Valley and about an hour and a half from Cottonwood and Jerome. All beautiful, historic and make for a nice trip to get "out of Dodge" for a day.
What started this trip out was a travelogue on our local cable station. Now we had a destination in mind and some places we wanted to see for ourselves. We didn't get to the 3 museums that we'll save for another trip. But we did spend several hours walking around the town square, peeking into the famous Matt's Saloon, The Palace saloon, the historic Hassayampa Hotel, a few art galleries and local shops and a really fun gourmet herb, spice, honey store.
As Steve said, "If we had the money, I could easily have spent a few hundred bucks in there!"
Instead, we went with some cute tee shirts for the 3 boys and one for the future Princess Bryce.
We started our day with breakfast at the Sweet Potato Café. It was definitely a place you'd find the locals. Small, very unassuming, everything homemade and most items had something in the way of sweet potato in them.
If you're wondering, Steve had the meat-lover's omelet with hash browns and a side of sweet potato pancakes. As usual for me, I found the heart healthy entrees and went with an egg white omelet with all the veggies in the kitchen, salsa and even soy cheese with fresh fruit and a slice of, what else, sweet potato bread.
It was a nice day and we enjoyed being by ourselves for even those few hours. Every couple needs that now and then.
Upon getting back Adam told us that Lucky cried for quite a while and then, as if to "show" us for leaving her behind, she peed on the play room carpet. We were definitely back home.
Why is it?
Why is it that those of us with fur babies have some of the following events happen at fairly regular intervals?
-As soon as you change the sheets on the bed, they get sick?
-When you're in a hurry to have them potty so you can leave the house they can't seem to find the "perfect" spot to do their business?
-As soon as your pet requests to go out they want to come back in (as in, they are always on the wrong side of the door)
-Just as you think you've finally figured out the food your senior "baby" will eat and be okay with due to a physical condition the store stops carrying it because "there just aren't enough people interested in buying it"?
-When you make an appointment for their "well-kid" physical with the vet, they suddenly come down with something requiring an invasive procedure?
-No matter what you personally do to see that your fur child won't get into trouble, as soon as you leave the house for the slightest amount of time, they find just the ticket to either making a mess or destroying an item entirely?
-They look cuter than anyone else's pet?
-Always move just as you are about to take the best portrait shot of them ever?
-And if you have a toy sized version of a canine, they always seem to get too tired to walk about ½ mile away from home? Thereby putting the brakes on and whimpering until you pick them up and carry them home?
-And for those who have larger dogs-they need to take a rest on the main drag of your city so that everyone laughs at the fact that you are walking in place until they've rested up enough to continue?
-They all seem to know that while we think we're in charge, they know they are?
The reason for this subject? Just found out that one of my stories based on our 13 year old Pepper and how he entered our lives and was raised by our late and beloved Goldie mix Sunshine and now he did the same for our beloved little girl Lucky won a place in an upcoming anthology book that will be available on Amazon in the very near future!
News of the Happy Kind
I would really like to share some happy news for a change. Not that all my aches, pains and degenerative discs and diseases have all left my life, because they haven't. All the same I want to share only good news today:
I'm happy. Don't feel I have to explain the details.
Our adult children are all healthy.
Our grandchildren are all healthy.
Our fur babies and our fur grand babies are all healthy.
My husband is healthy (and I'm hoping happy).
Our extended family is all doing okay. I can't really go into the details since our extended family members are all well over 500 miles away.
We have had no invasion by the following in the last 6 months: rattlesnakes, owls, ground squirrels, tarantulas (although our neighbors have), hawks and bunnies who like to hide in the planters out front. (Those buggers are cute but have BIG front teeth!)
While we have seen quite a few: wolves, coyotes, wild burros and bobcats, all of them seem to not want any part of hopping our block wall and eating our precious little Chihuahua Lucky. I'd like to think it's because they are camera shy (remember, since the break-in we are very secure in several ways around here) and therefore want no part of coming into our sanctuary.
My physical therapists may not be "curing" me, but they are great at helping me through the daily grind of just being me, in regards to my joints and discs.
And the last bit of great news for my week?
Adam and Sam went to the "reveal" ultrasound and have shared the news with us that our fourth grandchild will be a little girl! They've decided on Bryce for her first name.
Aidan is thrilled-Jackson wasn't even a week old when he decided that "Auntie Sam has to have another baby and make it a girl-I need a girl cousin."
Personally, while yes I'm thrilled that we will have a grand-daughter-in all honestly, all I've ever cared about is that my kids and grandkids are healthy and happy. When you come right down to it, if they have those two things-life is beautiful.
Solid and Funny
Our grandsons are funny. At breakfast we somehow got to talking about the metric system and how we measure things here in USA. Liquids/solids/liters/grams, etc.. We were comparing the bottles of hot sauces, peanut butter, and cream cheese. Then my husband let out a very loud burp! Aidan, age 7, said, “I think that’s a solid grandpa!”
Later the same morning, we were taking them over to their flipside grandma's home and Dylan decided he had to check out one of the rocks in the front of the house while waiting for Steve to back the car out of the driveway. It's a fair-sized rock, about the size of a tricycle.
Have I mentioned that Dylan loves creepy crawlies? Consider it mentioned now, if I haven't before this moment.
I told him not to get his face there. "Dyl, there could be a scorpion under there and you might be getting it angry. Get away, grandpa's almost out."
At that moment, he pulls out something. From where I was standing I thought someone decided to stick a straw under there rather than carry the "heavy" object home and throw it in their garbage can. Nope, was not a straw.
Dylan found a snake skin. He was thrilled. Over the moon. "Grandma, I found a real live dead snake skin!!!" He wanted to take it with him and show the rest of the family.
No way was that thing coming in my car! Thankfully, grandpa felt the same way about the "find" of the day. The snake skin was dropped and Dyl ushered into the back seat of the car.
He was NOT happy with us.
Aidan didn't say much. He's more the type to love picking out new foods to cook, kitchen gadgets to try and trying to put a new spin on how to get through the heat of the summer.
The boys also had their first swim meet this week. Steve and I met up with Grandma Robin and her significant other John and Alex to cheer them on.
Did I mention the meet was at 6 p.m., in full view of the 105 degree sun? While the boys were enjoying getting ribbons for swimming in the cool water, the five person cheer squad was sweating bullets.
There were also several hundred kids and parents hanging around.
I've had decades of practice watching soccer, baseball, karate, basketball, softball, dance and choir-but this was my first outing as a swim grandparent. Interesting. I would've enjoyed it more from a level view in the water.
All that said, I guess you could say that (using Aidan's logic) even though this took place in a liquid-this was a solid.
Later in the week, Aidan was having breakfast at our local bagel joint with Sarah. He ordered a very traditional lox and bagel. Sarah ordered the daily special with her choice of meat, cheese and egg. Our little foodie decided that they should switch their sandwiches when they finish their first half. Why? Because that way could have a breakfast version of "surf and turf".
Technically you have to admit, he was right.
After last week's post, Steve and I did do a bit of computer shopping. Bought a new one. We also had to buy a Word/office program and add it to the new one so that I could actually open up all of my articles.
This "easy" job took Steve almost an entire day. As you can see, it worked. But not in the way you're probably thinking.
Once the new one was set up, Steve took the program and re-installed it into my old computer-and it now works! At least it works on the level of getting to get into the Word program. The old computer still is giving me error notices on e-mails, internet usage and most other items I use every day. Plus, given the new Windows 8, I can't just transfer my e-mail over to the new computer. It doesn't have a contact, draft or sent area.
So, for now, when I work I use the old computer and when I play-I either put forth my greatest effort in testing out my patience or I use the new one.
Sigh. Nothing says progress quite like a computer.
But you‘re not reading it for a good reason: MY STUPID 8 YEAR OLD COMPUTER IS DECIDING ALL MY PROGRAMS ARE ILLEGAL ACTS AND THAT I DON‘T HAVE PERMISSION TO LOG INTO ANY OF THEM.
No, I’m not kidding!
It all started over the weekend. I wasn’t really concerned at first-after all the internet connection can’t always work perfectly!
Every site, every e-mail kept telling me that I was in “error“. My screen went black a couple of times. I re-booted, I cleared out my cookies, I sent a text to Steve. You know, all the things that a technodweeb should do in case of emergencies.
Steve came home and did exactly what I did, he de-fragmented it as well. To finish up the process he went in to the control panel and backed up the whatchamacallit and re-set it to Friday when it was working just fine.
Then he asked me to try one of my sites and my e-mail. Well, at that moment my e-mail was okay but the site I was on told me I was still in “error“. He looked at me and said, “see, your good to go.”
“How do you figure that????”
“Because you don’t really need to go on that site anyway.” Really? Who made him the boss of what I like to do?
Then Tuesday came. I shamed myself into starting at least one of my profiles that I’ve been ignoring on my desk.
Problem: “This is a program that is currently unavailable to you. Please try again OR repair program.”
Suddenly my computer wants me to pay for my Word program.
I sent another text to Steve. I’m writing this on my BlogSpot program on Tuesday. As of this moment, he has not texted me or called me.
He did tell me last week that I needed to stop telling him that I may be needing a new computer because this one is so old. “How can you say it’s old? You haven’t had it that long!”
I pointed out that he’s had 3 laptops (okay, one was a replacement for the stolen one but you get my drift here) in the same time I’ve had this one desktop. We got it for me two months before I was laid off from my job in October of 2008!
There’s no way I can be positive on the level of antiquity this is in computer life but I’m pretty sure I’m lucky I’m allowed on the internet at all.
Whatever-just wanted you all to know.
Wow-summer is off and "running", in a manner of speaking.
At least it's trying.
For the first time since moving here, Steve will have Friday nights off for the summer. With that in mind, our friends and the two of us decided that since they also had the evening off-we'd pack a picnic and we'd go enjoy the "make-up" outdoor concert at the park.
That was the plan. Linda had the fruit salad, I bought the chips and would bring the water bottles and then we'd stop at the Subway across the street from the park and get sandwiches.
Again, that was the plan.
Then came the gray skies, followed by drizzle. On Twitter the city said that as long as it was just a drizzle the show would go on.
It did NOT stop at a drizzle. Linda and I agreed to give it until 5-if the rain got harder or a full-blown monsoon developed then we'd still get together but have our picnic indoors.
At the first KA-BOOM and lightning bolt-we took to the indoor picnic idea.
Got to their home and while the women set the table up, the guys got the subs. We laughed and enjoyed watching the rain come down harder and harder, the thunder get louder and louder and the lightning light up the wash.
After we cleaned up we went out on the patio under the cover and joked about going in the pool-it was 90 degrees, so what harm could getting wet do?
Then came a bolt of lightning that seemed to hit just a few feet away from the wrought iron fence. Followed by the loudest thunder we had heard all day.
We kept on chatting and watching and joking. Their 3 dogs ran for their kennel inside.
About 20 minutes later the rain was now coming down in torrents, the thunder was clapping the loudest any of us could remember and then came the lightning bolt that hit the iron fence and let out sparks!
You have probably never witnessed 4 older people run in a house faster than we did!
Our outdoor picnic was replaced by eating indoors and making fun of Taken 3. We had a good time.
We went home around 10 and found our fur babies showing signs of anxiety. Pepper was running around the house as low to the ground as a cat could possibly manage. Lucky was shaking and doing that reverse sneezing thing that Chihuahuas do.
I asked the HOA if there would be a 3rd try at doing a make-up concert? They said no, that from this point on they were focusing on the July 4th celebration.
If it doesn't rain.