June 2018


We started this day no different than any of the others. Pam walked; I typed. Pam got back from her walk and then after a brief stop was getting ready to leave again and I asked where she was going. She was picking up kids today rather than Jen dropping them off. I had no idea.

She returned with Emery and Hannah. Quinn had a better offer and was going to the movies with a friend so did not come here for the day. Emery’s plan was still getting the cheese she wanted and going to the pool. Hannah brought her laptop and worked on her summer course.

While she can type with her fingers in the right place and without staring at her fingers, she types “faster” by doing it the wrong way. So she needs to practice doing it the right way and she is not overly fond of that. So she postpones those lessons. She was working on a internet safety lesson and there are videos involved in the entire process. This one had a video of some horrid, awful, terrible, just plain nasty rap thing.

Here’s a side note to teachers who want to be “relevant” – don’t. You can’t pull it off. This is not your music, your time, your anything. When you try to act half your age, it does not turn out well. This video was another one of those cases. I don’t remember what Pam was doing at the time and why she did not get to “enjoy” the premiere of this video, but she did not. Hannah and I were both so repulsed that we were still laughing about it. Pam didn’t know exactly how bad it was so Hannah gave her a hint. She would rather practice typing than watch that video again.

Two kids and two adults walked over to Safeway to shop. We bought three pineapples, two two-liter bottler of soda, ten 16 ounce bottles of some refreshing drink, assorted other produce, three butters, and of course – Gouda cheese. There were some other essentials like chocolates thrown in there. We then had to lug that stuff back to the house. Pam has this neat little fold up cart thing that held most of the heavy stuff making the trek back easier.

We had bacon, lettuce, tomato, and avocado sandwiches for lunch. We were eating early so we could get to the pool before it was too late. Pam called Aunt Babe to let her know we would eat now and then fix her some lunch later. Aunt Babe’s eye was still bothering her. Apparently this is unusual after these treatments. We put a call into the doctor and were told to get some eye drops to help with the problem. With the higher temperatures and dessert climate, dry eyes are just a thing and the refreshing drops should help all this nonsense cease and desist.

So, that’s what we did. Aunt Babe came over and we tried the drops and those smart doctors know stuff. It made her feel much better. Blistering hot sun was not a good idea for many reasons, her eye was only one of them. So, we decided Pam would take the kids to the pool and I would stay in the air conditioned house.

I could have switched places, but just wasn’t comfortable with being the only adult with two kids, not mine, one of them three and in floaties. Pam went off and when they came back, I found I had made the best choice of all.

Pam was a few feet away from Emery in this direction, Hannah was a few feet away from Emery in that direction, and Emery was bobbing along in the water all happy until she started screaming as if Satan himself had just appeared in front of her. As the two big people approached, the screaming intensified. When Nana got close enough, Emery clung to her like Saran Wrap while Hannah kept saying, “The bee is gone. It went away. It’s all gone.” Without much effect. They decided this would be the end of the pool time for the day.

They got dried off a little and came home. Hannah got herself ready and then went off with Dave, who is in town this week, for some more lunch stuff.

A little while later, Ronnie came by and picked up Emery. Aunt Babe, feeling better after some eye drops, tootled on home as well. There we were in the quiet again.

I finished up on the second crocheted baby blanket. That means I have made four baby blankets while here. Pam tied some more knots in the one she has been working on. There are two more with the stuff cut and no knots made, but they will have to wait for another time.

We ate leftover spaghetti sauce and meatballs, served with freshly cooked pasta, for dinner and plotted out what we wanted to do for the weekend. We had talked about options previously, but with the coming holiday, and taking into consideration the heat as well as the heat index, we decided to remain local instead of travelling somewhere.

We let Aunt Babe know of our plans and she was willing to go along with them. Saturday’s events weren’t really not her cup of tea, but Sunday’s plans were very much to her liking.

We went to the pool ourselves after dark. There were no bees involved. There was no screaming at all. But the spa was really too hot to get more than our little piggies in. There must be some heat involved with the bubbles part because once the stirred up water was permitted to settle into a small pool, the water was less boiling hot and even getting really into the water was not a problem. The flashing lights remained seizure inducing. I’m not sure who thought that was a good idea, but it isn’t.

We came home and played a few games and then had to pack it in for the night. Another day in the books.

Done, partially done, not really started, and working on finishing up.

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I never stepped outside yesterday. Pam began the day with her walk, taking a longer one as it was a beautifully cool morning and the girls were being brought to us. I made sure I was out of the shower before the time of their scheduled arrival (but Pam got home in time anyway).

Hannah is taking an extra summer class online. There were lots of tears and frustration involved in this endeavor since she was supposed to be getting a “significant amount” of work done during this week off from gymnastics camps. It hasn’t been happening. So today would be the day and this brought an extra laptop into the house along with the tears. Most of them were Hannah’s but Jen was near to adding to the mix.

Jen’s phone conference was starting and she had to get going. We were left with the sobbing child who really wanted to get this class done during the proposal stage, but was less enamored of the idea at this stage. She was supposed to be at least 20% done by this time but she wasn’t, so she was locked out. The nana was a bit less stressed by the events and could sit and find out what to do next. If a child could explain why the coursework was not done yet, they could get reinstated.

Hannah and Nana worked on wording a missive detailing the week of vacation bible school and two weeks of gymnastics camp which sucked up all the time available for working on the online school project. They sent that off and then waited. It was under two hours later when the letter came back reinstating Hannah in the class. She has a week to complete the first 20% of the work, all the work she had already done was still there, and she got busy working on learning about computers as something more than gaming platforms.

While we were waiting from a response from the school, we worked on the baby blankets. The big blanket was too big for a baby and not wide enough to really be a big blanket, so we cut it in half and made two smaller ones, both slightly bigger than we had been working on, but far better sizes than the one large thing. So we will have six of these when finished.

Apparently, I am a very fast tie person. I got my second one completely tied. I got the two new ones completely cut. Once Hannah began working on her class work, Pam tried to finish the one Hannah had been working on but they do not tie their knots the same and Pam’s were opposite from Hannah’s. That means that Pam’s had the giraffes on top when Hannah’s had the plain on top. Pam couldn’t get the knots to tie backwards, so she just started on the next one instead.

By this time, it was getting toward lunch. We had decided today would be Costco chicken day. Pam took off and I made a salad bar as well as a fruit bar and got the table set. I offered to cook the noodles (with sauce) and Pam said she would do that upon her return. Good thing. They boiled over and made a mess and it was not my fault. I was cutting up small things of grapes at the time.

Aunt Babe arrived with more tears for the day, but just from the one eye. She said putting the eye drops in today was very painful and her eye was red and continually tearing. She has been getting these treatments for four years now and this is the first time she had this reaction, although it is not uncommon.

By the time we were done with eating, cleaning up, dessert for everyone, coffee for me, it was two o’clock and bit late in the day for trying to get to the pool. Emery has a list of things to do tomorrow. We are to get her some Gouda cheese sticks is one. And going to the pool is one. And she is quite adamant that her list be filled today. We are going t work on that.

Hannah was off to gymnastics at four and then Pam delivered the Littles back home and we sat in the quiet, tearless, living room. Since we were going to the pool the next day in order to keep the tears away, we didn’t head up to the pool at night. So we sat and played games and crafted and breathed the same air.

I ended up leaving Pam in the living room so I didn’t fall asleep on the couch. It worked.

The girls ready for lunch.

Pam’s evening nap really messed up her sleep stuff, but she still managed to get up with enough time to get her morning walk in before it was time to pick up the kids for the day’s adventure.

We knew we were having a busy day so this was the day we chose to wear our Sistercation shirts. We were noticeable everywhere we went.

Right off the bat, I made a tactical error. Pam has individually frozen muffins in her freezer and I selected what I thought was some innocuous thing. It was poppy seed. I don’t like poppy seed. I asked Pam what she intended to have for breakfast and she said something else. I offered her the damn poppy seed thing and she saved me. I got something else out of the freezer.

We picked up the kids, thinking we were getting three, but we only got two. Hannah did not want to come for the rosary making part of the day. We brought extra beads for her so she could make them without any help from Pam. Quinn thought she might be able to do them, that way. So, she selected the raw materials and did make an entire rosary by herself – except for the three knots Pam put in, the last one attaching the cross. Quinn’s creation is below.

We made six more rosaries and then, out of nowhere, we were invited to play Left, Right, Center with the rest of the adults. The winner got to choose an item from Pat’s box of goodies. I was the penultimate player twice. I was never so glad to lose in my life.

We dropped the girls back at home because we had a really busy afternoon ahead. We came home and grabbed a quick lunch and then were back in the car. We picked up Aunt Babe and took her to the eye doctor.

Her last visit wasn’t all that happy. Her treatment was withheld because the pressure in her eye was too high. She was sent home with some special eye drops and was told to come back in three weeks. This was the three weeks. The visit/procedure takes about two hours. She didn’t even get to sit down in the waiting room before she was called back to the inner sanctum. Pam and I left to go and do some stuff.

First thing was to get Aunt Babe’s medical records copied for the next doctor visit happening on Monday. So we went to Office Max to get the whole raft of crap copied. While Pam did that, I shopped. I was really looking for my favorite Steadler colored pencils and they had them, but they were out of stock. I did find a pack of Scholastic colored pencils (50 different colors) that I didn’t have. So I bought them. Happy day. I really needed more colored pencils since I just bought more coloring books.

We then stopped at Burlington’s and I happened to find a pair of really cute Capri length yoga pants. So I bought those. I really needed them because I still have a bit of room in my dresser drawer. Pam found me at the checkout and she had found the really good chocolate raspberry coffee we had been drinking but she left it there and chose the Crème Brulee instead.

I have really loved this brand’s full chick flavor and so we went back into the store and I bought two bags of the stuff. Because I needed it. Really. We went back to the checkout and there I was, in the same distinctive shirt, still from South Carolina and not caring about a phone number for exchanges or anything. I said goodbye to the woman and promised this was my last trip through. This will become important later.

We went on to the Dillard’s outlet store and Pam found three really cute skirts. She needed them. She bought an orange skirt that goes perfectly with the shirt we bought earlier in my stay to go with the turquoise skirt since it had both colors in the flowers. She was tickled when we saw how well those went together after we got home.

We were already back in the car, going back to wait in the doctor’s office for Aunt Babe when we got a call from her, saying she was finished. She sounded ebullient. Everything went according to plan. She needs to finish the bottle of eye drops but doesn’t need to get any more of them. She can wait longer between the current set of treatments. All in all, it was the best news possible.

She has been looking for an angel for her porch/sitting area. We had looked for those while at Burlington and had found some for her to choose from. So we took her back to the store to see if she liked any of them. Dear Lord, the same woman was still at the checkout. I had promised not to go through her line again.

We shopped all over the store once again. Aunt Babe wanted to look for various other items of interest. Pam found more stuff to buy. I was shopped out by this point. I was not going back to that lady after I had so brazenly promised I was done for the day. And I simply didn’t find anything else I wanted to buy and tote across the country.

We worked on getting the angel in the perfect place on Aunt Babe’s porch. We got water set up in the fridge. We got the week’s worth of breakfast Ensure stuff ready. We came home and sat still for a while.

Eventually we had to get some food on the table and we chose something really easy to fix. I had noticed that cherries were down to $2.99 a pound back home and was planning my shopping excursion while they were still on sale after I get home. Pam wanted to get the ad from Safeway and still needed most of a mile on her Fitbit, so she walked over there. I had just made coffee so I stayed home and did the dishes.

I know they have really cheap produce here, but … her cherries were only $0.97 (why is there no cents symbol on keyboards anymore?) a pound and she came home with a three pound bag of them. So, I ate some. I needed them.

We went to bed early after days of staying up late and not sleeping much and being so busy. It was a happy day all around.

All the rosaries made today.

Quinn, Gned, and her rosary

All three girls came to play again today, mostly for logistical reasons. There is no gymnastics camp this week, but there is regular gymnastics stuff and Pam would take Hannah to that later in the day and then drop off the Littles at home.

The kids played nicely together. Today, they played with stuff in the back room for a while and then came out in order to play school. Hannah was the teacher, of course. As long as they were playing art class, both Littles were happy. Once she got to some more serious subjects, there was some complaints from the peanut gallery.

Amazingly enough, the retired teacher had loads and loads of school supplies here for such a game. She has an entire accordion file folder filled with stickers categorized by month. The Littles loved that part. Hannah read them stories and they loved that part. It was the math lesson they weren’t that impressed with and Emery’s writing skills are that of a three year old, mostly because she is a three year old.

One of Pam’s requests while I was here, was to make some of the flannel baby blankets she has. She would really like them all made and be ready to donate, but … some would be okay even if all would be better. Eventually, the stack of material actually made it to the living room, sitting there like a cobra ready to strike.

While we had Hannah as a helper, we got busy. There will eventually be four smaller ones and one large one to donate. Right now, there is a lot of material still sitting around, but not much in the complete column. Pam prepped the material, cutting it to perfection, I cut the little fringe pieces, and Hannah tied.

Luckily for Hannah, who tired of this project sooner than me – or at least was able to quit sooner than me, we were going out to lunch for the day. So we had to pack it in by leaving stuff all over and get to the restaurant. We picked up Aunt Babe and went out for the Tuesday special at that spaghetti place with the name that starts with B (but the rest of the letters are lost to me and y’all don’t know it anyway).

After we ate, we dropped off Aunt Babe and Hannah at Babe’s house so Hannah could do some cleaning for her. Hannah ran the vacuum cleaner and swept up a bit – things Aunt Babe can’t do any more. We did not have dessert at the restaurant (I hope Hannah got a Klondike bar), so we got the Littles a treat and got them dressed in bathing suits and by that time, Hannah was calling to say she was finished. Quinn and I walked to the pool and got there faster than Pam and the other kids.

We splashed around and had lots of fun until our hands all looked like raisins. We then dried off a bit in the 109 degree dry heat. We still had wet suits and rather than get the car seat soaked, I said I would walk home with Emery and then Quinn and Hannah wanted to also walk. So Pam was stuck with the car by herself and we went from small bit of shade to small bit of shade, relishing the coolness in each patch.

Pam said we made the better choice since the car was so hot she nearly melted. She had to use the towel to grab the door handle to even get it open. She beat us home, but was still red faced when we got here. Hannah and Pam each danced around enough in the shower to get the chlorine off, but I took a real shower and shampooed and got all cleaned up after this.

Pam thought gymnastics started at 4, but it didn’t start until five. She found that out before she left the house. When she did finally leave to take the kids off to their various places, I sat in the quiet and sighed. The kids were really good today, but three kids are a lot louder than two old fart adults.

While Pam was the Uber driver, I decided to get away from the electronics and tied the strings to one entire blanket. Current count on the blanket front: one about a quarter finished with the ties, one completely done, one with the fringe cut, one ready to cut the fringe, and one mocking us from the chair.

Pam and I ate some leftovers for dinner. She fell asleep in her chair but did not drop her phone. I was so undecided on that point. If I took the phone out of her hand, I would wake her up and she was exhausted. If she dropped it, I probably would have been in trouble, but since she didn’t drop it, I was okay.

We played quietly and breathed the same air. Then Pam jumped up and remembered to cut up the cantaloupe so she could get the rinds in the trash. She did that before she remembered that the day after tomorrow was trash day, but at least the melons are sliced up.

I went to bed around midnight, but after an evening nap, Pam was still not tired. Another day, for me at least, in the books.

The mocking stack of unmade blankets.

Mondays are hard days, even for the retired on vacation. All three girls came and they each had a time for a bit of crankiness to show through the usual good cheer. Having said that, they managed to have a good day playing together overall.

Hannah began the day in a snit. She was not ready to wake up and she wasn’t getting out of the car and there was stomping and unhappiness, but very soon after her mother left, she was over it and opted to have a wonderful day.

After breakfast, the kids began to build a combined world of Bubble Guppies and Woodzeez. The little kids had been playing with the Woodzeez all week before. They put any item in any building placed haphazardly around the floor. Quinn had been the boss and Emery was usually the compliant underling. Oh, how things change.

Hannah had the buildings of choice all lined up and only the little items that came with that particular Woodzeez set could be placed inside it, neatly on the shelves and ledges made for them. It took them a very long time to sort out the correct pieces and place them neatly in the correct buildings. And then, only the Woodzeez characters could be used the playing portion of the morning. No girl dolls on this day. It was an entire Woodzeez outing, unless some of the Bubble Guppies people wanted to come and shop in the pristine town.

During the entire set up process, Hannah was the director/engineer/city planner and Quinn was the obedient underling following the boss’s orders. Emery set up some Bubble Guppies thing and got to be her own boss or else was directed to work on parts of the Woodzeez set up that would not harm the pristine nature of the overall ambience.

The actual play portion of the morning was also directed by the biggest sister who planned shopping outings for everyone and grossly overcharged all her customers, making money hand over fist off her younger sisters. They played with the set up for about one quarter of the time that it took to set the whole neatly designed thing up.

While we cooked, the girls picked up all the village creation and made the living room usable and navigable once again.

We had small steaks that needed more stewing than steaking for lunch. We had potatoes and then we steamed some broccoli and cauliflower. We had gravy over the stuff. Pam mashed most of the potatoes, but I saved mine from that fate.

For dessert, Aunt Babe wanted her own Klondike bar so that was easy. Hannah didn’t want peanut butter in her ice cream and that container was almost gone. Pam has extra stuff in the neighbor’s freezer and so she and Hannah were going next door to find a flavor of new ice cream. Quinn wanted to come along. Emery was not invited nor allowed to join the long arduous journey next door. This led to her very own opportunity to throw a small fit. So she did.

Pam and I finished off the peanut butter ice cream while the kids had mint chocolate chip in cones. And Emery was all happy once she was rejoined by her sisters. Once again, the crankiness was very short lived.

While they were ice cream foraging in the hinterlands, I had cleared the table and stacked the dishes at the sink. We had discussed earlier that I would not help to load the dishwasher because Pam could fit a lot more in there than I would be able to manage since she has a system. There is no way two people can work there at the same time. So Pam was left to clean up the rest of the kitchen and it took forever. We still can’t figure out why. There were two pans, but … still. She was pooped by the time she sat back down.

We had talked about going to the pool, but the kids didn’t want to. Eventually, Hannah put herself to bed and took a nice long nap. The other kids were playing nicely right up until they weren’t and then it was Quinn’s turn to have a crisis full of tears and unhappiness. In the midst of this snit, she made the unwise choice of waking Hannah who was decidedly not enamored with that decision. This prolonged Quinn’s unhappiness for a bit.

We took the kids back to Jen’s and Emery fell asleep in the car on the ride home. We stopped at Anderson’s for their deals on produce. They have something for 77 cents each week. This week is was cantaloupe and grapes that we wanted. We just never get prices like that back home but it does explain the proliferation of produce in Pam’s refrigerator.

We got home and made salads and had fresh bakery bread with them and it was delicious and far easier to clean up afterwards. Pam still needed some steps so we walked down the ball room and walked for about a mile to get her Fitbit topped off.

We came home and found some new games on out tablets. We tried to find a way for Pam to watch something on Amazon Prime, but we weren’t successful. She has Prime and on my Android, it signed itself in and would just let me have access, but on her iPad, it was not working, so we need to figure out what we are doing wrong to get that to work. She is reading (listening while she walks) to books based on the TV show, or else the TV show was based on the books, and she wanted to watch Monk while she crocheted. It was not on Netflix, but was on Amazon Prime.

We stayed up later than normal and then had to give up and toddle off to bed. We have big plans for the day, but then again, we had plans for yesterday that didn’t pan out, so we will see if we are any better at planning today. Those baby blankets aren’t making themselves, so we better get cracking.

All the girls and all the toys.

Since we were so busy on Saturday, we went to Mass on Sunday. I’ve only been there for Saturday evening masses and the huge window looking out on the mountains is always clear. During the hot, sunny day, a screen drops and blocks out the steaming sunrays so the people on that side of the church don’t melt.

I’ve had visiting priests and the other resident guy say Mass, but we had the funny priest at this service. He was energetic and boisterously glad to be there. It made a striking difference. He told jokes and his sermon was riveting. That’s not usually the case for sermons. I have no idea who the guy was, but the parishioners are lucky to have him.

The church is sturdily built because the heathen inside didn’t make it collapse. I’m getting better at singing the parts I didn’t know and learning the new word usage. If I’m going to be there, I should participate as fully as possible so that’s my goal. I hope they didn’t mind my yoga/meditation inspired shirt. I know it was a better choice than my swearing shirt.

After Mass we all went to Panera’s for a quick lunch. Even though all three of us got a Pick 2 lunch, we didn’t get anything at all alike. Aunt Babe found out you can get any sandwich on the menu as a panini so it will be hot and not mushy. Pam loves the seasonally available poppy seed fruit filled salad and I like the Fuji apple salad. Each of us got a different type of soup.

We dropped Aunt Babe off at her house and got home with enough time for me to have one my girly coffees. Pam and I had massages scheduled for the afternoon. Hazuki showed up right on time and Pam went first. I went off to my room to give them peace and quiet. I played games and I crocheted and there was still time to waste.

Like anyone with a computer and an Amazon account, I went shopping. I noticed they had some really nice looking coloring books in paperbacks. I’ve gotten some that are Kindle eBooks and you can print out only the pictures you want to color, but it’s a pain in the ass. On the plus side, you can print them out more than once. I have never done that, but you could – at least in theory.

Because I only have enough coloring books at the house to supply a small village rather than a large city, I bought three more. I would have bought six more, but I read carefully and the three-pack were not paperback, but that annoying you print yourself type of thing. So I took that out of my cart and saved myself some grief.

I’ve been getting massages since way back in Maineville. So for at least thirty years, I’ve been trying to loosen up. And yet – the “tension” remains. I keep finding more of it. Over the years, I’ve had many different therapists and each and every one of them does things different. It’s always amazing to me to see how many different ways there are to try to get that knot out of my neck and shoulders. She was working really hard at it, and I mentioned to her that it never completely goes away. Being a weightlifter does have some drawbacks. That one knot is one of them.

It was nice to have a more relaxing type of massage. Usually I get home from the gym a little after nine and have a massage at 1 PM. Jose is stuck with all the mess of me hurting myself five times a week during the interval between my visits. I had no bruises, no acute ouchies, just a little old lady showed up.

I don’t know what type of cream/lotion she used, but it was wonderful. I didn’t feel like a greased pig when it was done. My hair wasn’t full of icky stuff. It was simply a lovely experience. Pam mentioned that when I’m back here next February, we should try that again.

After Hazuki (I’m probably not spelling that correctly) left, we had not a damn thing left to do for the whole day. And that’s what we did. We played games. We crocheted. We talked and laughed and breathed the same air.

Even with all that, we were still tired. I’m not sure why. Maybe because we are Senior Citizens and all that crap. Whatever it was, we toddled off to bed.

The second baby afghan is about half way done now.

We had a very busy day yesterday. We left the house shortly after 8 and went to Globe, Arizona and spent a wonderful day in the dry heat.

First we went to Besh Ba Gowah Pueblo up there in the hills and along the very twisty road. This archeological site along with the museum near it, cost a whopping $4 to visit since we were both senior citizens. Had we brought the baby with us, she would have had to pay $5 since she is so young.

This area was settled before the more recent occupants overtook the land since there is building under the current site. The people living here had around 200 interconnected rooms which were occupied by the Salado people between 1225 and 1400 (ish).

The area was discovered in the 1930s and preservation was begun. Then the young woman leading the expedition up and died and the whole thing went to hell in some handbasket. Instead of preserving the entire site, they built the Globe Community Center including the baseball fields right on top of about half of the old buildings. The ranch next door is also on top of the original settlement as is – get this – the parking lot.

It took another 40 years before anyone thought that a settlement begun about a millennium ago might ought to be saved. It’s now a Heritage Site and protected.

There were very few doorways to anything and we finally learned how they got into the buildings. They built little trap doors in the roof and entered that way. It kept the critters from getting inside. The one building that was either massive enough to withstand the test of time or else reconstructed in current times, was remarkably cool inside. The thick stone walls kept out the heat effectively.

There were two still preserved meeting areas where community activity such as cooking, basket weaving, arrow making, story telling (I presume) took place. Near one of them was the massive still roofed building above.

Each of the little rooms (of varying sizes) was the dwelling place for a family. Some of them were quite small even for a bedroom today. There was one that was the size of my Cincinnati kitchen and a family lived it! Hell, I could barely get anything done in the tiny kitchen and so I sincerely hope it was like a starter apartment for a newly married couple.

What is assumed to have been the ceremonial chamber – aka, church – was massive in comparison to most of the other buildings and dug deep into the ground. The altar was sealed and inside was some turquoise which was supposed to make the spirits happy as they traveled from their realm to ours.

All manner of pottery was discovered on site, some plain, some painted in one color only, and some polychromatic. All of it beautiful. It is thought this was a trading center because of the large variety of items found. It is also theorized that climate changes caused droughts and then made people who can be peaceful in times of plenty get all crabby and fight with each other. Eventually, they moved on to some other place which might have included heaven.

We left there and went to Globe itself and found a large Antique Store. It was massive and intelligently organized so that if you were looking for something particular, you could actually find it. It is a consortium of about 90 dealers working together to stock the place up with all the shit anyone could possible want, and the woman there had to fight to get it sorted out the way we saw it. She said it used to be haphazard, it took two years to convince the boss of the place so sort it by item type rather than by person who was selling, and it has taken her five years to get it sorted to the way we saw it.

We know all this because it is not the season. We would find, throughout the day, that the worker bees were bored out of their minds and we were willing to talk with them – mostly listening to them actually. They loved to tell us about their city, their areas of interest, or anything else we were willing to stand there and listen to. We learned a lot by being open to speaking to strangers.

The kind organizational woman also showed up a monthly city magazine (free) with a map of the town’s major streets all laid out so we could find how to get to the street full of shops we were really there for. We zigzagged our way to that street and parked.

First stop was the old courthouse. Globe calls itself the Copper Capital of the World. I don’t know if that is true, but the city was built around copper mining which is still going on. The courthouse is not currently used as a courthouse but instead has all manner of local artworks displayed. I assume the photographer with his own room is a local big deal and his photography was stunning.

There were a variety of other artists’ works displayed, some for sale and some simply for showcasing. Pam said when she visited with Hannah, they were permitted upstairs, but it was blocked off for us. There is a theater up there where plays or musicals are presented.

We were ready to leave and talked to the woman working there. While Pam noted it was possible to get upstairs if you brought a kid, it was also possible to get up there if you brought someone over from the other side of the country. So up we went. The staircase was massive and the handrails were the size of logs. They were copper plated. It was beautiful. We wandered around upstairs for a while and then went back to the heat.

We stopped at a coffee shop because by this time I needed some caffeine and I just happened to also need an orange cranberry scone to go with the coffee. Delicious.

Then we walked through the shops along the street. It was rather sad because at least every other store front was blank. Half the town’s stores weren’t stores but shuttered space. I don’t know if they have seasonal renters who open the space when all the Canadians come down from Popsicle land or not. But there were few places open for us. We did wander through them, but found nothing to buy.

We got back to the car and took off for this unassuming, nearly unidentifiable next museum. It was called something that may be, according to the fancy map we got back at the antique/junk store, the Gila Historical Museum. Or not.

We got there shortly before 2 and they closed at three. The guy there, who surely has a name, but I don’t know it, gave us a tour and pointed out many items and told the stories behind them. We learned along the way, that he was a retired science teacher and so could answer some scientific questions about copper for me.

He knew how the fire call system worked. Telegraphically sending signals letting the firemen know where to go, it was a town system to use drums or bells to sound the alarm from a mountaintop, letting the citizens know where to go for some excitement. Everyone in town had a card with all the callbox codes on it, so they could all run to the fire, too. The system was used from 1901 to 1951.

The place closed at three, but the guy was still talking to us, showing us various things which were mined in the area, including asbestos. I had no idea what raw asbestos looked like, but now I do. They were all going home and so we had to leave, too.

Back on the road, we looked for Judy’s Cookhouse and found it! Since it was not really lunch and not really time for supper, the place was empty. We were seated wherever we wanted to be. We got some grilled chicken sandwiches with cheese on either side of the chicken, and lots of bacon added. It was grilled in real butter and greasy and delicious. Pam got fries while I paid extra for onion rings. We were a greasy mess by the time we were ready to go home, but it sure tasted good.

We talked about calling Cheri on our drive home, but instead, Cheri called us. Unfortunately, we were in the mountains and without reliable connection and the call kept dropping. So we gave that idea up. After we got home, Pam still needed steps and took off for the ball room and we had a conference call again even though we are in the same place.

Cheri and Steve had their own outing today, going to a museum in Cincinnati. So we talked about that and then we told her about our day and then we got an update on all the various doctor appointments they went to this week. It is so good Cheri is there with him because she has been the taxi service for all this. He is doing better, and will soon start rehab.

It was a long day for us old farts and we turned in earlier than usual. It was really fun and even though Pam needed more steps on the Fitbit, we had climbed 11 flights of stairs in all our walking, some of them real flights of stairs – mostly up to the courthouse and then upstairs – but some of them were just changes in elevation as we wandered from place to place.

As a bonus, the sunscreen I used actually worked and I am not a tomato today.

Besh Ba Gowah

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