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?
