It's been a strange "winter getaway" this year. I've kind of been numb over all the events that happened in the weeks before we left. Thank goodness for the wedding, it was the only event that gave us any warning ahead of time and the only one that goes without saying, was happy. I was best person and witnessed a good friend marry the woman of her dreams. It was the perfect remedy for the two funerals that bracketed the "wedding of the year," as was the vacation that followed. It's the vacation that I've already blogged about in earlier posts. But here's the inside scoop on our Arizona vacation.
Arizona was a trip we made the last few years to escape at least some of the early months of wind,
cold and snow, that chilly fall "slide into" winter. It's a time when it seems that even the furnace can't keep the damp away. Although we would have loved to explore further afield, our trusty Irish Terrier was beginning to show signs of age and really wouldn't have done well in a kennel. So instead he rode in luxury with the backseat raised and thick padding on the floor where he could snooze between rest stops. With his travel bag beside him and content from the inevitable treat he received from the customs officer as we crossed the border, he was settled in for the trip. It worked out well, we got our vacation and he got to come along. In fact, we'd expected that he would travel with us again this year but we found out a few weeks before departure that that wasn't to be. So we're missing our little Irish this year.
Meantime, we're halfway through our time in Arizona and the house we're staying in is feeling a bit like home - a home away from home. But it only has two bedrooms and no den so when a friend came to visit, the spare bedroom I was using for office space was no more and I moved - literally, into the closet. Fortunately it's a walk in closet off the master bedroom. Unfortunately, its proximity is right next door to the bathroom and adjacent to the shower. Not exactly plush surroundings as my laptop must be slid just so under the lower bar normally meant to hang clothes and I have to push the chair back carefully to miss my half open suitcase. Yes, I've been here a month and still I haven't completely unpacked. But in another month we'll be heading home, so now I call my state of unpacking, a time saving measure.
Now the spare bedroom is again free but I'm beginning to like my time in the closet. Maybe I'll stay for another week or two, or three.
Where do you do your best work?
Where do you do your best work?
Ryshia
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