Adventure 958: Last Hurrah, Tucson 2025/71

I'm not sure how Judy said good bye to her trainer, Rob, but I gave genuine hugs to Sifu and Magdalena before and after my last Tai Chi lesson. We spent the day packing, cleaning the house, and generally walking around among the wispy mist of nostalgia. For dinner, our good friends, the Kral's treated us to a pleasant dinner out at  a popular Mexican style restaurant called Guadalajara. Dinner was good, the company better, and afterward we walked to the nearby middle school to watch the sunset. In the warmth of the evening, all I could think that good friends and good fortune find us grateful that life is good, especially today.

This view from Amy's back yard might be this year's screen saver. While we haven't yet left, we're eager to return.

I slurped this giant margarita (with Judy's help) tonight at dinner.

Ginny and Judy atop the bleachers watching the sun set in the West.

Ginny and David's neighbor snapped this shot of us enjoying the last light of the day.

We even got to see this little band of javelina's scamper by.

Just a bit of a curling cloud sinking into the evening.

All clean and ready for Amy to move back in.

Car packed and ready for an early morning departure.

I've left room for these to guys, tucked in a safe space for the trip home.

Poem of the day:

PETALS

As we age

the things we thought

pleasurable

fall away

like wilted petals.

We may think:

She loves me not.

He loves me not.

They love me not.

The detritus

lays strewn

in memories

trailing us

like shadows.

But if our loves

truly pleasured

us

the memories sustain

like well turned phrases.

After which we may utter,

“They loved me then.

They love me still.”

Always and forever,

Just as we thought;

Just as we live.