Rest stop cactus

If you know me, you know I am unapologetic about my Arizona upbringing (from age 4-13) and how great a place it was to grow up — blissfully unaware, of course, of the awful politics woven into the fiber of this state. I didn’t care, I lived on a mountain and had a pool!

And I am equally happy to be back for a visit and to see two of my mother’s very best friends in the world and I am going to demand STORIES ABOUT MY PARENTS during their younger days — dad a dashing, war-shocked doctor; mom a glamorous and gregarious mother of many.

It’s November 8 and it’ll be in the mid-80s tomorrow. I plan to go peep some more cacti closeup, see what the AZ thrifts have to offer me, and behold (again) the monstrosity that replaced my elegant mid-century family home.

Oh, and there’s no Daylight Savings madness so I’ve lost an hour I guess? Which I get to regain (again?) when I return, so yay.