So I'm back from Arizona, safe and sound. If you ever feel the need for a heat-stroke, just look up AZ, he's always good for it.
Saturday I helped dig Patches' grave (our long time family cat, had him for at least a dozen years, died just a few days before I came down), got a new hat and helped move some stuff from storage to home. Sunday was dia del madre; I picked her up a copy of
Searching for God Knows What by Donald Miller. Yesterday was pretty much just sitting around not doing much. Watched some tv (one of five channels), read some
SfGKW (I have a copy myself from Jenny) and just generally anticipated coming home.
The flight to Phoenix was quick and smooth. I slept until the beverage cart came around, had some ginger ale, then read some
Searching and lo and behold, we were there. Unfortunately, the return trip was not so nice. I was a bit tired, but wanted to read, so I picked up Backpacker and WIRED magazines for some mindless reading. Too bad almost the entire trip was turbulent, making me sicky from reading. Luckily there was nobody sitting between myself and the window guy, so I had some extra room to lay my head down on that middle tray-table. I ended up getting a little rest and feeling better with that, but kind of wonked out my shoulder in the process (I believe from having it overextended for so long with the pressure of my large head atop). After feeling better, I was able to just kind of rest the rest of the trip away (that might sound odd...). I was, however, rudely awoken part of the way through our descent by my tray-table falling up my arm whilst in a near dream/near alertness stage. I was startled, at least.
All in all a good trip. It was good to see mom and Emma and Calixto and the puppies (yappy as they may be, the are some cute dern dogs). Perhaps I shall again go.
Also, Sunday night whilst watching the Survivor finale at Brett and Myrna's house (did I spell her name right?), I received a phone call from a one Lawrence Rafferty. When I first looked at my phone, the name said "Kris Rafferty" (look, that's just what I put her in as, because just Kris got confusing since I know a guy with said name). I had to debate if I should answer, but considered that if such a phone were calling me, it must be of some import. Matter of factly, it was! Lawrence called to make some small talk, then asked for me to be a groomsman in his wedding!
YAY! I was certainly happy to say the least. Plus, it was just good to catch up with him a bit. So if you want to see Bruce in a purple shirt and white tie, just come on out to Lawrence and Kris's wedding, July 2 (well, if you were invited, anyway...).
I think that's about all the exciting news for the weekend.
Thanks for reading, hope everyone is doing well in their places in life. Spring is in bloom and it's a wonderful time!
Yeah, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about, it almost being summer...
Ooh, frisbee... Now we will all wait with bated breath for Moi to 'splain.
