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Robyn Rides Again

Posted on: February 12, 2026 | Posted by: Gary Ravitz

Robyn arrives in Tucson late tonight. In advance of her arrival, I just had my place professionally cleaned, but it didn’t do much good with Lola the pup close at hand.  I will have to clean up lightly again later today.

I love Lola, but she is a hound of the first order.  In the short time we’ve been here, she has located every mud puddle in Tucson, no easy task in this desert climate.  The white comforter on my bed looks better after it was dry-cleaned, but it may already be permanently stained from her sleeping on it.

My place this year is modern with conveniences but small, nearly windowless, and dark without turning on the lights. The fella who owns my place owns the entire complex, consisting of four ground-level units surrounded by a metal fence. There is no yard to speak of, and no grass.

If I sound less-than thrilled, I am, especially when I compare my current digs to the large 3-bedroom, 3-bath house I rented last year.  That place even had a large, enclosed private yard perfect for people and pups alike.

One day, the owner of my current place brought Lola a small stuffed animal, which she destroyed in under fifteen minutes, leaving its innards scattered across the whole complex. I had to clean up after her.

Nonetheless, the owner here seems like a fine fellow, and it is not his fault I waited so long to re-up; unfortunately, the last house was already gone for this year. I have since reached out to the owner of my former place, who, I’m glad to learn, would welcome us with open arms for next season.  I might pull the trigger while I’m still here.  Live and learn, I suppose.

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For Valentine’s Day, Robyn and I are going to stay overnight in Bisbee, located about eighty miles south of Tucson.  However, it’s cooler there due to the elevation.

Bisbee was once a mining town.  Now it’s a tourist town with lots of cute shops and quirky restaurants. I visited Bisbee last season when Bob and Linda came to Tucson.

Based on first-hand experience, I think Robyn will like the place, too, although, wouldn’t you know, the temperature this weekend is expected to be even cooler than normal. One can’t control the weather, even in Arizona. Also, it was hard to get a premium supper time on Valentine’s Day, so I had to settle for a late start.

During Robyn’s visit, I probably will not attend all the adult education classes I have enrolled in, but I plan to attend some.  Tomorrow, for example, is part two of “Cutting the Cord,” a short seminar on streaming technology that is geared toward old(er) folks who remain tethered to cable.  Robyn wants to attend with me.  However, I may have to take a pass on the poetry group, even though I wrote and presented my first original poem just this past Friday. Who could have guessed I had the heart of a poet?

Categories: Widowed and New Love, Widowed Holidays

About Gary Ravitz

In relevant part, my musings are for me. It’s one of the ways in which I process losing my sweetest. Of course, Lee didn’t want to die. She had fought like hell, but the relentless cancers kept coming: Skin cancers; breast cancer; head and neck cancer; colon cancer; and finally, the deadly pancreatic cancer. In June 2020, and only after being pressed hard by Lee, her oncologist opined that my wife had from two weeks to two months left to live, turned on her heels and nearly sprinted from the hospital room, never again to be seen or heard from by us. I promptly removed Lee from the hospital and brought her home. It was the right thing to do and I only wish I had acted sooner over “the best” medical advice to the contrary. In fact, my sweet wife only had nine days left to live. At the final, she embraced her own death with great courage and unfailing kindness. It was a truly remarkable display of grace and wondrous to behold. It was my great privilege and honor to be with her every step of the way. And now, it’s my privilege to be able to write a few words to you each week. In a nutshell, I believe every journey is unique, but, hopefully, to know that you do not have to walk it alone can also be reassuring. And, along the way, you might hear a bit more information about me.
Gary

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