AGMA’s on the road. Again.
We got back from our New Zealand trip on 12/7. I was getting antsy.
This trip is a total trip down memory lane.
Right now, at this very moment, I’m in Tucson, Arizona where the weather is spectacular and the Margarita’s are cheap.
But my first stop last Wednesday was – Sun City, Arizona.
I was there to visit my foster family. Well, they weren’t legally my foster family. I just lived with them when I was a toddler for a couple of years. They were friends of my parents.
It was a complicated situation.
Sun City is somewhat amusing to AGMA. It was a joke back in the 70’s with the Baby Boomers. Only the old folks went there. People who are just waiting to die. How sad…
Guess who’s living in Sun City now?
You would be correct if your answer is…
Wait for it…
Irony is so cruel.
Second stop – Sedona, Arizona.
Sedona is absolutely gorgeous. Especially on a January day when the sun is shining on the glorious red rocks.
Good friends have recently moved into a house they have had custom built. The house has been under construction for 34 months. Yes, you read that right.
And it’s still not done.
The reasons are complicated.
And it will be spectacular when it’s finished.
The view is already spectacular. The picture above is what I awoke to every morning.
Third stop – Tucson, Arizona.
Tucson and I go way back. I transferred to the University of Arizona in 1973 as a junior.
I met Hubs the first week I was there in 1973. That was nearly 47 freaking years ago.
Does anybody else think that this whole passage of time thing is a bunch of bullsh*t?
Tonight, I took my mother-in-law out to dinner. And her daughter, my sister-in-law. I haven’t seen them in 3 years.
And Hubs is safely ensconced at home in Atlanta because he didn’t want to deal with the multiple issues between he and his mom. But I get it.
AGMA will have to say dinner went as well as I think it could have gone.
Afterwards, I went to an iconic Tucson restaurant/bar for a drink to help steady my nerves. Casa Molina. The bartender was very sympathetic and made me the most amazing skinny Margarita I’ve ever had.
So I am writing this under the influence.
Don’t judge me.
Casa Molina is a Tucson institution. It’s the same restaurant/bar that Hubs went to in the mid-70’s with his fraternity advisor/mentor, Danny.
AGMA could go on about Casa Molina and Danny and his Mexican heritage and his incredible influence with young men at the University of Arizona at the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity in the 1970’s, but I won’t.
It’s just a place that has meant a lot to Hubs and AGMA from ages past.
I’m here for another couple of days. I have a couple of friends from “the good old college days” who still live here that I am going to connect with. I even have a friend from my former life in Ohio (my kids 4th grade teacher!) who retired in Tucson. He and I are meeting for pancakes tomorrow.
But AGMA won’t be seeing a dear friend the I’ve always visited on returning because he passed away too young in 2018.
This a complicated visit for AGMA with complicated emotions.
And I’m thankful for strong Margaritas.