This last weekend was my trip to visit Moriah in Peroria, AZ, where she and husband Tim have made a lovely home. My plane arrived at 11:45ish PM, and they were waiting for me at my gate, and we were all very happy. Sadly, in the parking lot, Moriah's car battery had died. So, we tried to figure out to do in the 98 degree heat of the parking lot. Tim flagged some seemingly helpfull fellows, but we ended up with crossed jumper cables, and one not-so-helpful fellow with a burned hand. Some one should teach him to not grab a heavily smoking jumper cable handle with rubber melting off it.
We were quickly assisted by a parking lot attendant who got us rolling again. At the Hilley Residence, we ate snacks and Moriah and I stayed up to 3:30 am talking of days present and past, and I was having the best best time. The little hostess that she is, she had laid out fresh towels on my bed, with chocolates. I did eat them. On Saturday we trecked to the Heard Museum, to experience Native American crafts from the 19th and 20th centuries. Sandra Day O'Conner has her very own gallery named after here there. One of my favorite exhibits was a little dunebuggy racer car in wich artist Steven Yazzie sits and draws urgent landscapes in motion as he hurtles over them - producing a very scrawled tumultouos line drawings.
Sunday, I rose early and helped him "hose down the deck" wich meant him tossing tennis balls to their big horse like black and tan labs so they might splash in the pool and run all around it, dripping and "hosing" the surrounding deck. This was a jolly time, and I laughed myself silly. The rest of the day was spend in the happy company of Moriah's family, Della, Mr. Paul, and sister Allison. We ate yummy BBQ, lounged in the swimming pool and enjoyed the warm sun. I was re-amazed at my own whiteness. We watched old videos from '97 that we'd made as teeangers in a small town, overcoming bordom, and I was crying I was laughing so hard. I have to say, that growing up this felt like my secornd family, and it was such a joy to visit with them, and feel just as comfortable and at home, 8 years or so later. I left with that same wish, that you could live in a closer vicinity with good friends that have spread out where life takes you.
Moriah and Tim took me back to the airport at 6:30 pm to catch my flight home. I had so much fun with you guys, I hope you come visit in LA soon, and I will definately come again to see you, and hopefully bring David. PS - Timmy's shoe has a bottle opener in it - double beans!!
We were quickly assisted by a parking lot attendant who got us rolling again. At the Hilley Residence, we ate snacks and Moriah and I stayed up to 3:30 am talking of days present and past, and I was having the best best time. The little hostess that she is, she had laid out fresh towels on my bed, with chocolates. I did eat them. On Saturday we trecked to the Heard Museum, to experience Native American crafts from the 19th and 20th centuries. Sandra Day O'Conner has her very own gallery named after here there. One of my favorite exhibits was a little dunebuggy racer car in wich artist Steven Yazzie sits and draws urgent landscapes in motion as he hurtles over them - producing a very scrawled tumultouos line drawings.
Sunday, I rose early and helped him "hose down the deck" wich meant him tossing tennis balls to their big horse like black and tan labs so they might splash in the pool and run all around it, dripping and "hosing" the surrounding deck. This was a jolly time, and I laughed myself silly. The rest of the day was spend in the happy company of Moriah's family, Della, Mr. Paul, and sister Allison. We ate yummy BBQ, lounged in the swimming pool and enjoyed the warm sun. I was re-amazed at my own whiteness. We watched old videos from '97 that we'd made as teeangers in a small town, overcoming bordom, and I was crying I was laughing so hard. I have to say, that growing up this felt like my secornd family, and it was such a joy to visit with them, and feel just as comfortable and at home, 8 years or so later. I left with that same wish, that you could live in a closer vicinity with good friends that have spread out where life takes you. 
Moriah and Tim took me back to the airport at 6:30 pm to catch my flight home. I had so much fun with you guys, I hope you come visit in LA soon, and I will definately come again to see you, and hopefully bring David. PS - Timmy's shoe has a bottle opener in it - double beans!! 
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