I'm On Vacation

Well, day two of vacation will consist of a drive to Tucson instead of chilly Mexico. Staying at the resort Grandpa got married at, posh; will hike Catalina Mountains.. that's the plan and golf tomorrow.
Who knows what we will really do. I have to pack to get out of our place here first which will be a challenge. Hiking boots and clothes, golfing clothes and regular clothes. Should just throw everything I have here in the back of the Toyota and pick out what i need every day. Ate at SushiKo last night after a day of laziness. I am trully basking in it. I am forcing myself to not think of work. Although as habit would have it honestly, I was up in middle of night thinking of things I am working on. But, I trully am forcing those things out of my head and replacing them with thoughts of other things like the grandkids, my daughters other things I love and enjoy.

Here we are. Sunny warm Tucson. Funny. We got a room here at the resort where they are having a The Chrysler Classic, major golf tournament next week... baseball players and professional golfers this week running around the place. So, we can't get on the course here even thought they tried to sell us a golf package, but the manager gave us two mornings of free breakfast, golf towels and made tee times for us at a nearby course. We spent a couple hours at the pool. Here's what happened. I was laying there on my chase lounge and there were three 8 year old girls in the pool. I heard them hollering "hey girl in the pink suit.."(I had my pink suit on...) They were waving at me and and trying to get my attention. I have no idea why or what they might have wanted.
My thoughts: Hey girl in the pink suit. Did I look like a girl? Good feelings... Was I in their chair? Conflict. My next thought, who are these brats and who is raising kids today to be so rude as to harass a stranger in a pink suit? Now I'm pissed.
Seriously, what would I do to them if they were my girls? They'd be sitting on the chair next to me after apologizing to a stranger for interrupting a perfectly good afternoon.

Another bit of total rudeness: Stopped in Starbucks and Einstein Bagel for breakfast...the usual. My duty was to get the bagel, Dennis likes Sante Fe on sundried tomato bagel. I hesitated before going in the shop because the line was almost out the door. There were people coming out and I waited wondering if I should go in. Seconds before I saw a corner of my eye a young girl with an obvious boob job walking at quite a clip to the door. While I hesitated, opening the door for the other family, she snuck in ahead of me. I ignored her and stood in line as a troll much older than me with red died hair sticking out of her head tried to console her young 8 year old because there no organic bagels served here. "I'm sorry honey that they don't have what you wanted." And then I hear from fake breast 21 year old, "You do know I am ahead of you, don't you." Shocked and amazed I looked at her, "What?" "You do know I am ahead of you, don't you?" I said, Oh, It was pretty hard to miss you running through the door while I opened it for someone else." Cold silence for the next 20 minutes as I stood in line for one bagel. I did get to hear the failed date story of a guy in back of me. Pathetic. He was whining because his girlfriend wore a hooded sweatshirt on their date the night before.. Hmmm... he couldn't bring her to dinner with his friends... what a girl.
OK: day three. We had a great dinner last night. it was romantic even. Imagine that. I asked Dennis where he would range our marriage... he said... you first. Wise man. Well, i had to think a long time. If we hadn't been married more than 30 years it would be less, but keeping in mind we've been together more than 30 years, I gave it a rating of 7.2-8.6.
Has to be over five to make it to 7 and isn't perfect so can't be ten. Has to be in between somewhere. Meet requirements, but room for improvement. Ever the coward he is he said he agrees. Then I aksed him what he might want me to change. He said, no way. I am not going there. I insisted. He said maybe put things away. I am messy.

Well, that was a cop out.

Romantic anyway. I ordered duck... he had lamb. Great dinner. Great s--.
That's all folks.
Ok... other thoughts while I'm on vacation.

Fear. I have been indoctrinated in fear and guilt. So, what keeps me from breaking out and doing things? What kind of things you ask? Well, anything and everything. Worry and fear. Am I doing what is right? Or am I sinning. These thoughts come to me all the time. What is that? Isn't God love? Isn't he good? What is that all about...I know it's not really the teaching as much as how I receive it an interpret it. But, that's what I am dealing with. I am going to go for it from now on it. I really think there should be a level of freedom in life. After all, my burden is light, my yoke is easy. What does that really mean...


Love. It saddens me greatly that my involvement in the church over these long years may have increased my fear and decreased my love. I think that as the church has taught me what's right and wrong, given me reason for judging and dissapproval of others, I have forgotten how to love. I saw this on the 16th hole and felt tears well up in my eyes. That I can easily judge the sinner, but not know how to love them. Why is that? I know the rules and laws...but really, I have forgotten how to really feel love for others. I teared up. How sad. i am going to work on that.

Got up in a.m. and had this thought: what would happen if i broke my glasses. Guess what: I stepped on my glasses and broke them.
You know what happened? Wore glasses without a bow for a whole day.


Back in Scottsdale... More rude people.
So, I broke my glasses and went to lens crafters in Scottsdale Fashion Mall. I had about 10 different pairs of glasses on the ledge in front of the mirror as I tried them on. I reached for a pair a few feet away and when i stepped back, a young woman was standing in my mirror. Ok, it wasn't really mine per se, but I was there and proof was in the mega pile of frames in front of me. I slipped myself in front of her and gave her the Skalicky stare. What happened next? Her mother came over and started trying pairs on IN MY MIRROR. By the way... another mirror was only a few feet down on the same wall. What the ...

Third case of mega rudeness escapes me, but I will edit this blog when i recall it.

I like the people in Scottsdale, but they seemingly have put out a bad batch of young women who think they own the world... guess they didn't get the memo that I actually own the world. My daughter Naarah and I.

Had a great vacation.. finally unwound as I returned home. I am refreshed. We drove to Sedona to visit the Johnsons... laughed, talked and walked and ate. What more could anyone want. Stayed overnight and really enjoyed the time. Saw Micah, Aaron and Holly and spent time with all. Very nice family. Our family really.

Nice time with my husband too. He's becoming more loving and patient as time passes. A lesson I would do well to learn. He is more loving than he's ever been in ways that count... being nice mainly.

Not sure he had a great time, but it's sort of like Christmas presents. He never likes anything. It's the same ole Jack Squat.

Time to go this is toolong. No photos to share. sorry