So, I'm headed to Tucson, Arizona for a few days to visit my father. Of course I would leave for the desert on the day when ocean breezes blow into Boston and the temperature goes back to a comfy 71. I hear it was 112 degrees in Tucson a couple of days ago. Oh well. Dad has a pool.

I think my days will likely be spent pool-hanging and lounging in the air conditioning, but you never know, I might make it out to Old Tucson to pretend that I'm back in the Old West. (My aunt is also visiting with her grandaughther; kids love the Old Tucson thing.) Maybe I'll see if I can find a Native American shaman (I still need to practice my shamanic skills).

This may be my last post for a bit. Right now I'm stuck in the Chicago airport and once I get to Tucson I won't have internet access. Unless I find a Starbucks. Ah Starbucks. As much as we love to hate them, they do have their uses.

Hi-ho Silver, away! (That's as much Lone Ranger speak as I know.)

And now I'm hearing Gene Autry songs in my head. Barkeep! Another whisky for the cowgirl at the bar.

Posted by Angela-Eloise at 5:07 PM