It began well enough. Mitch’s mom and her boyfriend recently bought a house in an “active adult community,” so we spent the first few days of our stay in Arizona helping them get set up in the their new home and tooling around the new, unfinished community in golf carts. We ate lunch at the clubhouse, toured the new, unfinished Sports Center and walked through finished, fully-furnished models of the model homes (decorated in charming, if slightly ridiculous, themes).
Here is a picture of a sunset, taken from the back step of the new house:
All was lovely and sunny and happy until New Year’s Day, at approximately 12:15 am, when I woke up suddenly and spent the rest of the night on the bathroom floor. As it turns out, I came down with a bad flu that kept me in bed for all of Monday (I am prone to exaggeration, I know, but this is absolutely not an exaggeration–I was weak and feverish and made it out of bed once, the entire day, to go to the bathroom) and a good part of Tuesday. By Wednesday I was up and moving, though not quite at full speed, and Mitch and I set off in a borrowed car to visit some friends in Globe, AZ.
Here is a picture of Globe, taken through the window of the old courthouse, which has now been converted into an art center:
Here is a photo of Dezi, who opened the coffee shop, who also married Mitch and me four years ago:
Here is a photo of me watching Dora the Explorer with Laura and her daughter, Eowyn:
…and here is a pretty picture of Austin, Laura, Eowyn and I walking off into the Arizona sunset:
We drove back to Mitch’s mom’s on Thursday night and stayed there until this morning, when we drove, flew and shuttled our way back to the hotel where we’d parked our car for the week only to find…
…that our car had been stolen.
Here is a photo of my sad face:
Here we are. We’re glad to be here. Even if Armand, Subaru of the Night (as he was fondly called) cannot be with us.