In many ways, we’re still foreigners in the rural landscape. As city folk (and I have suspect this is also true of real country folk on occasion), sometimes we find that our needs are not met locally and we have to make a trip to the “big city,” which in this case is Tucson. This is what we did yesterday, and why I wasn’t home to post anything. We had errands to run, including dropping off recycling and making trips to a comic book store, Trader Joe’s, Red Velvet Cupcakery, and more. We didn’t get as much done as we would have liked, didn’t, for example, make it to the Ansel Adams exhibit we wanted to see at the Tucson Museum of Art. But we did have time for lunch at Monkeyburger.
Even when I lived in southern California, my patience for traffic was growing increasingly slim. Now that I live in a place where traffic jams are essentially nonexistent, that patience is even more so. Tucson’s afternoon traffic, paltry by San Diego standards, was annoying. Although it’s a pleasant, very livable city (I believe, without having tried to live there), it does, after a while, make me feel like Bob Seger in a disco—“in ten minutes I’ll be late for the door.” But they don’t put Monkeyburger and Trader Joe’s out in the country, so options are limited—sometimes you just have to venture into the city. Besides, we got to visit with a friend, we had a lovely day, and we got Monkeyburgers. Not all bad.
Today I’m in the considerably smaller city of Sierra Vista again, where I was in the audience for a panel of writers, and then had lunch with a couple of the panelists. Again, a pleasant day. Tomorrow, though, I’ll be glad to stay on the ranch and get some work done.