There were several good things about this week:
Justin’s mother, Julie, putting together an incredible Thanksgiving dinner, and it was good to spend time up in crisp mountain air under a blanket of stars with the one I love.
Justin and I bumming around the endless highways of Tonto Basin in Julie’s Toyato Yaris, listening to whatever strains of The Doors or Death Cab that the weak radio signal could muster.
Shopping for French’s Fried Onions at a grocery/diner in middle of nowhere northern Arizona that looks like it came straight out of “Secret Window.”
Cold Arizona mornings that require an overcoat, and amazing blue and purple and magenta sunrises with clouds that look like they came straight out of Seattle. Death Cab’s album, “Plans” is the perfect accompaniment to my hot green tea on the morning drive.
Catching up with an old friend, Brenden, as he shows me the new place he just purchased with his boyfriend. His downtown Phoenix loft would put Fraiser Crane’s dwellings to shame. Then, catching up some more and discussing life while wandering aimlessly around Encanto Park for hours on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Finding my new old favorite place to spend time at when I’m not writing — a bookstore with a coffee shop, and I sit there with a $1.82 brew while browsing periodicals and books for free.
Spending nearly $40 on cold medicine on a biting Thursday morning, but being okay with that, because in the car is my Brand New cd, and the lyrics tell me that this is the season “for colds, and overcoats.”
Soon.
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