I don’t have an excuse for being tired because my 82-year-old mother has done all the work. This woman is incredible. Not only did she paint our house, right now she’s doing yard work that I planned to ignore for another week. She works circles around all of us.
Yesterday however we took a break and drove to Mount Lemon for a cookie at the “Cookie Cabin”. On the way down we stopped to take pictures of the magnificent views from the mountaintop. We hiked out to large boulder overhanging a cliff and felt like we were standing on the top of the world. When I looked up and saw my mom venturing out onto yet a higher precipice, with blue sky beyond, I said “I need a picture of this”. My daughter Rachel, the theater teacher, said “I’ll get the camera from grandma” and headed for the ledge. She circled around behind a rock in order to follow her grandmother’s path and stopped in her tracks. From behind that rock, in the pristine quiet of the windswept peak, came the cry “Holy Crap Grandma!” as she gazed on the precarious path my mom had traversed to reach her perch. When we get the pictures, that line will be the caption: Holy Crap Grandma! (digital image inserted below)
Today I will attend my first Baha’i community event here in Tucson – an Ayyam-i-ha Picnic. I will take a guitar along and perform. I haven’t been able to do that for weeks. I miss my recording work too. But in time, I will have it all put together and back “on track” – so to speak.