Showing posts with label Arizona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arizona. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Instant

Is your trip business or pleasure? I could see the blurred form of the car rental agent in my peripheral vision. He held the clipboard, pen ready to check a box after I answered.

The car was candy red. My eyes stared past the surface. I felt them sting and I blinked a few times.
Did you know my mother never came home from the hospital after I was born? And they were never close, my dad with her family. They all drifted apart over the years. There was anger, sadness. I don't know what it was, exactly.
And my life was a dad, a sister and brothers. I didn't think to ask questions, it was just the way it was. And no one ever really explained what happened.

But I felt self-conscious as I hit my teenage years. People who knew her were spooked by my uncanny resemblance to my mother. People I'd never met would tell me things about her. Things that I didn't know about someone I should have been familiar with.

Did you know that I would stop at Grandma's house now and again on my way to and from college? One time my uncle was there and we spent hours talking. And he said to come visit him out in California anytime, he'd love to have me.

He repeated the offer in Christmas cards. I can't believe I didn't go visit him until nearly 17 years later. After two family funerals. After he moved to Phoenix.

And you know, once I started visiting, it became a yearly ritual. Phoenix gave me warm spring days riding my bicycle in the desert sun. It gave me the smells of blooming cacti during the depth of Minnesota winters. And my uncle gave me an understanding of my mother and of her life and ultimately of myself.

And did you know...you know he's receiving hospice care now. I'm losing the one who fit all the pieces together for me. I thought he'd be here forever.
I took a breath.

Neither, I answered.


- tob

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Learnin' How to Walk

or
Why Bicycling Makes More Sense



I headed out to hike the White Tanks, a fairly benign set of hills in the west valley outside Phoenix. Since this vacation was shorter than most, I decided to leave the bicycle at home and only bring my hiking boots and a hydration pack. I was trying to make the best of my few non-wheeled excursions.

I was about a half mile into my morning hike, experimenting with close-range photos of some desert blooms.

As I turned to continue walking my ankle was pierced with pain. Yeouch! A hand-sized, unevenly shaped, prickly brown thing attached itself to my leg. I breathed-in sharply. Snake?noAnimal?dunnoPlant?maybeIdon'tknow!!
Logic: Remove offending object, pain will subside.
Action: Shake foot vigorously!
Result: Object still attached, pain continues.

Logic: Object requires assistance in removal.
Action: Grab at object with right hand in order to fling object to ground and examine.
Result: Object still embedded in leg, pain increases due to pulling motion, piece of object now embedded into hand, pain introduced to thumb.

Logic: Do not handle object.
Action: Vocalization.
Result: Frustration expressed.

Logic: Remove offending object from thumb, pain will subside.
Action: Shake hand vigorously!
Result: Object still attached, pain continues weren't we here before?

Logic: Instantaneous reactions are not appropriate in this situation and forchrissakecalmdown.
Action: Examine ankle and thumb.
Result: See needle-like dead cactus pod-thing attached to ankle and thumb.

Logic: None.
Action: Breathing...breathing is good.
Result: ???

Logic: Individual inadvertently picked up needle-like dead cactus pod-thing.
Action: Carefully grasp at cactus spines attached to right thumb with uncoordinated left hand, and pull.
Result: Barbs remain attached to thumb.

Logic: None.
Action: Vocalization!
Result: Frustration expressed.

Logic: Pulling off sock will result in assistance with removal of cactus barbs from ankle.
Action: Left hand pulls on sock hoping sock will assist in removal of cactus barbs from ankle hell it works with seed pods back in Minnesota.
Result: Sock is permanently attached to leg via cactus spines, which is plain creepy.

Logic: Abort abort abort.
Action: Yell at nearby boulder.
Result: Heightened indignation due to hike being interrupted by stupid needle-like dead cactus pod-thing!

Logic: Careful examination of ankle and thumb in air conditioned home advised.
Action: Turn on trail to begin half-mile walk back to car.
Result: Walking with cactus barbs and sock embedded into moving ankle just above shoe-line HURTS, dammit!

Logic: None at this time, really.
Action: Stop, take off shoe and really yank on sock.
Result: Sock and several cactus barbs break free leaving puffy, bloody, swollen lumps on ankle along with a couple dozen still embedded cactus spines.
Turns out, the toe of my right shoe had picked up a piece of dead cactus. As my right foot was swinging past my left leg to take the next step, there wasn't enough clearance. Motion and speed combined to pound a good sized chunk of cactus into my left inner ankle. When I finally calmed down and looked at the situation, it had me stymied. Obviously cactus spines are barbed. How deep did they go? do I yank them out? how? will it rip apart my leg? are there toxins? what if one breaks off in my skin? IT HURTS!

It's odd to be in a predicament and have no frame of reference whatsoever...in cycling, whether the offending article is a nail, a piece of glass, a spoke, a thorn or a pinch there are certain lists one tics through in one's head when repairing a flat. Works every time. Broken rear derailleur cable in hill country? I can get you three gears.

But this had me perplexed. Turns-out that putting one foot in front of the other, in spite of the fact that I've done it for the majority of my 47 years, can be more complicated than I thought.

- Ocriminy!B

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Hiking the White Tanks




- The Bag is goin' back tomorrow and this time I won't be wrestlin' with a @#$*!! cactus

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Arizona, March 31-April 5

Looking out the window of the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport

Mountain biking in South Mountain Park, (Desert Classic, East and West Loops, Beverly Canyon) Phoenix, AZ.


Hiking the Brins Mesa trail outside Sedona, AZ

Hiking McDowell Mountain Park out friends' back door near Scottsdale, AZ

Outside the window, St. Louis Park, MN

- OB summer's too far away

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Carefree, AZ


Cycling on the east side had some pretty wicked rollers...this was the flat section.

- tob

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The House on Reems Road




oasis
tall
once majestic
green
tended
and cared-for
centering


past



- ob progress....

Phoenix






Spring Break '07

kickin' back, sunning, riding







- OB

Thursday, April 13, 2006

OK, so Last One

...maybe, i think....


- BOT

Life in the West Valley



OK, not everything is gone yet....

:-]

- OB

Gene and Paul

Two of my bikin' buddies who came out to ride in cloudy, windy, rainy 60-degree weather...typically, that's non-riding weather in Phoenix.

Gene figures he'll hit 100,000 miles on this bike next summer.

- OB

Backside of the White Tanks

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Naked, Naked, Naked


The main drag through Sun City Grand, AZ, is lined with these barkless trees muscle striations and tendons and knees and wrinkles in the bendy places....

- TOB couldn't ride down this street without turning red

Around the White Tanks


cycling through the desert
reminiscent of the prairie that raised me
windswept
open
forever
different in its arid air
similar in the life insistent upon being
where it isn't expected

- sometimes TOB finds home in the strangest places

Shadow of the White Tank Mountains

And So it Goes


the return has been difficult this time
a week in the West Valley
cherished relatives
the last of my mother's siblings
my last tie to her released
until next spring

the threads of cycling tie me to the retired vets
my seniors by 35 years who've taken me in over the years
a week at a time
ridden together to the far reaches of the valley
we greet and depart fondly
share our stories
but their aging is relentless
and doesn't stop just because I wish it to

finding the orange blossom scent was difficult this year
endless fields of roses and cotton now brown
irrigation canals weed-filled
farmlands turned developments to scrape
raze
sculpt for new homes

right now I don't want to embrace the movement of life
just today I want to turn around
and ride what used to be

- tob

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

What Needs Catchin’

Like the X Bunny said, sometimes it's good to purge the body of its addictions from time to time extra chocolate recommended three days ought to be enough, ought'n it?

While my elderly aunt and uncle don't exactly know what blogging is, they do understand the concept of writing and reading online, and that my body is used to a time zone that has me up at 4:30 AZ time twiddlin' my fingers in the dark.

Finished my book.

I heard coyotes.

Was that the newspaper guy?

Because they don't spend all their time in Phoenix, they've subscribed to a three-hours-a-month plan three hours! My last post was done with all the planning I could muster: write ahead in Word…copy…okNOWhitAOLlogintobloggernewpostPASTEouttathere!

I looked at the clock: it took me ten precious minutes to do that along with a check of one email account where I dashed off three quick misspelled replies.

Shirley called AOL to see about the charge for a month of unlimited internet access costs vs. hourly and how it would all shake out in the wash if I could estimate the time I'd spend online.
Ya know, I’m happy to pay the $20 for unlimited. This way you’ll have time to research that illness you’re wondering about and none of us will have to keep track of minutes. And at 4:30 AM I can catch up with the things that need catchin’.
So, I can live with dialup that’s unlimited…but the IE 5.5? Outta here.

- The Bag did get a kick out of hearing a modem again

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Now THIS Hurts

six days without it
my evening calm
can’t relax and catch up
the morning wakeup
running through my veins like caffeine
don’t know what’s up in Alaska
in California
Seattle
in Iowa
Toronto
Franklin
in SD
MA
NJ
inPAinFLinNY
inMINNESOTA FOR GOD’S SAKE
vacationing with all the time in the world
inhospitable land isn’t desert Arizona
it’s AOL’s limited dialup on Windows 98

- TO *sigh* B

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Gone

but not soon enough


man I need outta
the house, the job, the routine
spring break in AZ

baby


- TOB's countin' down t w o m o r e w e e k s