My man is off on an adventure, which I applaud. Before we met eight years ago, I would schedule a day a month to do whatever I felt like, try something new. That was fun but today is different. I’m not alone anymore. Sure, I miss him. But I’m having a fun date with myself.
I woke up at 7 a.m. intending to climb Tumamoc, a steep hill that has a following of reverent hikers. I haven’t been there in a long time. After running out the door before it got too hot, I headed down quiet Congress Street. I didn’t find Tumamoc. (I’ll admit it, I got lost and didn’t take the time to check my Iphone).
Ah, it would have been too hot anyway. Then I remembered a piece in Thursday’s Caliente about walking downtown Tucson. So. I strolled down Meyer Street, Main Street and Grand. What I saw was similar to being in an outdoor art museum.
Breakfast was next at Cafe a la C’Art behind of the plaza of the actual Tucson Museum of Art.
After breakfast I headed to the St. Philip’s Plaza farmer’s market and chose fresh veggies for the week — a half-dozen asparagus stalks, tiny summer squash, fresh dill and thyme, perfectly round cherry tomatoes, a sprig of locally grown grapes –another kind of art (some of you know that I eat by color). The highlight of the outing was fresh-squeezed mango-melon juice. Yummmm!
On to the Chevron station to get gas. Gee, I’m proud of myself for washing the car windows, both front and back! What a day!
It’s 1 p.m. Here’s how the rest of my day looks: revise and work on a writing project, jump in the pool, call at least one of my kids, make a smoothie, see “Fading Gigolo” at the Loft. Jump in the pool again when I get home? Hmm…maybe.
Or I may change my mind and do something completely different. Who knows?
It’s supposed to hit 108 degrees in Tucson today! So. I laughed at this sign advertising an old barrio building for sale. Hot indeed.
How’s it going in your part of the world?