Sky and Miles

Today my brain just shut down. I could barely think at all. Still can barely think. I got through the day on sheer willpower.

I went to Dara Thai for lunch and there was a group of about 10 senior citizens sitting at a table saying things like, “This place isn’t American . . . She kept asking me what kind of meat I want with my noodles, the description doesn’t say anything about meat . . . Why would I want to annoy myself by watching the DNC? . . . Sometimes I think the Lord gets confused, people pray for the sun to shine while some people pray for rain – just too many people praying at the same time . . . Can we have these all on separate checks?”

I have been living part-time in Phoenix and part-time in Camp Verde while I look for a good gig in Phoenix. Currently I work at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff.

I really like my place in Phoenix, and I am enjoying the urban energy, too. I’ve been feeling the need for a faster pace and cultural/social stimulation for quite a while now. When I leave there I miss it.

Today my brain just shut down. I could barely think at all. Still can barely think. I got through today on sheer willpower.

I went to Dara Thai for lunch and there was a group of about 10 senior citizens sitting at a table saying things like, “This place isn’t American . . . She kept asking me what kind of meat I want with my noodles, the description doesn’t say anything about meat . . . Why would I want to annoy myself by watching the DNC? . . . Sometimes I think the Lord gets confused, people pray for the sun to shine while some people pray for rain – just too many people praying at the same time . . . Can we have these all on separate checks?”

Afterwards, my brain was still foggy, so I went to Rendezvous for a coffee—one dollar for a really good americano! Sat in the window and thought about all of my Flagstaff friends and how I haven’t seen any of them in a long while now. I watched an older white couple with set jaws and furrowed brows walking along Aspen. They both wore baggy khaki shorts and high socks. I thought, “What the fuck am I doing here?”

I am glad I had the chance to talk with Naomi – and grateful for the space she has to share. Still, I’m so ready to be with my man and to settle in to my new place. Driving 60 miles one way up a windy mountain freeway to work is getting crazy.

The foggy brain days are scary ones on the road.


The sunsets here are absolutely stunning. Amazing skies. Always a thrill.

Every evening I marvel about where I am. I marvel about my partner and his/our family. This place is so different from where I have spent most of my life.

I also get a thrill when I get mileage like this.

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