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| I guess this is what S's birthday looked like to me this morning at 6:30 |
Not a travel day in the sense of going to a new location in the car and not coming back to this location that afternoon. That would have been fine but not as interesting as the day we had. Noon day assault on a boulder stream canyon, Tanque Verde by name. Hot at first, but the pools took care of that which left the boulders who were slick in a kind of stealthy way, and not arranged correctly. Followed that with a rest period and then a restaurant, one of the few open, called Wildflower situated in a tony mall on a slight rise in the 1/2 million sprawl of Tucson that was quite a bit more hat than cattle. But filling and generally nutritious for sure. S looks nice in her new birthday suit. I have a lot of biliousness and my knees are unhappy and desert hayfever; I wish I was dead. No, just joking - just wish I was in a high, cool, slightly moist mountain sanatorium. Herbie House has a good ceiling fan above the foot of the murphy bed, that, if you think about it, sounds and feels like the steady breeze through the pines.
Note - can the principle of the aeolian harp be coupled with the modern ceiling fan? analog production, digital modulation? Whoooooo whooooo
Forgot. We biked like 20 miles on the absolutely stunning mid-city river/wash path/park. On both sides of the wide dry wash. Academy Award park/path. Also level and paved and shaded by feathery leaved trees.
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