The one with the monsoons

We are in Prescott, AZ…visiting family and friends here. (Charlotte from high school is came up …I haven’t seen her for 37 years!)

So here’s the thing I’ve found out. I don’t know sticks about geography. Nevada is desert. Texas was not. Arizona is not only NOT like Nevada, it isn’t like miles of desert, either. Where we are it smells so much like a Christmas tree lot, it almost smells fake. And it RAINS. POURS. We are on the patio, being totally entertained by the three massive cloudbursts in the last hour. Huge raindrops.

It is Rodeo week here in Prescott. so lots of people. Today, Charlotte came up from Phoenix and we went to Courthouse Square to the art show. Yapped the entire time. Had lunch. Talked non-stop.

She looks just like she did in high school (with red hair) and has a delightful husband and looks so happy. She went to high school with me and was just one of those happy high school girls who worked hard. We were on the newspaper together. She is a seriously good writer and really has put her own life experiences into her pieces. I admire her greatly.

So we are waiting for a break between storms so we can go over to visit my in-laws. We are thinking about baking a cake (Darling’s birthday tomorrow). We are taking the train up to the Grand Canyon for the day….okay, it’s not sunrise, but I’ll be up for it.) There is just something about a sunrise that makes me feel like I haven’t managed to screw up THIS day yet that I like.

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2 thoughts on “The one with the monsoons

  1. Well, Katie, thanks for the compliment, but you forgot to mention that besides my hair color change, I have added about 60 pounds to my frame. So, I don’t look exactly like high school…and I am glad about that! My self-esteem certainly is much better! Ha! It was fantastic seeing you and you look wonderful yourself! And, as always, remain a gracious friend.

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