July 30, 2018, Prescott-
I will return to the chronicles of my summer road trip, in a few hours. First, though, I want to note this month’s activities, closer to Home Base. The three weeks following Independence Day were mostly relaxing, yet had their share of joyful activity. We celebrated the birthday of a generous and humble friend, in what was supposed to be a surprise. Our efforts came as no surprise to her, but she was nonetheless delighted.
I learned that my left knee does not take kindly to being idle for long stretches on the road, at least while my carcass is undergoing chiropractic adjustment, between now and March. There is some connection between the two, so with Fall coming, I will need to get in at least one vigourous walk per day. That will give my knees the workout they seem to crave. Planet Fitness and Deep Blue ointment are also helping.
I have, at long last, taken the time to pay a few visits to Firehouse Coffee and Black Dog Coffee Shop, virtually completing “discovery” of our town’s java joints. Both are fine purveyors of brew, but Firehouse wins the cinnamon roll contest. Black Dog focuses on scones. The Saturday after I got back was my son’s 30th birthday. After wishing him a great day, long-distance, I went to Game Night at Wild Iris-enjoying Uno and a dice game, with the regulars at this event.
This past weekend, though, was a special cap on this bountiful summer. I did three days’ Thursday, Saturday and Sunday) service at Bellemont Baha’i School, west of Flagstaff. All three days featured “gully washers”. Saturday had the added excitement of a heavy hail shower.
Even with a borrowed tent, and large tarpaulin, there was much to be done later, as I had to use a wet/dry vacuum cleaner to siphon the small pond that had threatened to ensure no sleep that night. As it was, I had a dry tent, by nightfall, and slept very well.
The service in question was on behalf of over 50 middle school-age children, from the Phoenix area. Many of them had not been out of the metro area, so being in the woods was a fabulous experience, to say the least.
The camp was open for a half day, today, but I came back to Prescott, last night. Three days of preparation and “welcome back” gatherings at Prescott High School will get another year of concerted effort at learning underway. So, it’s ten months of joyfully getting up at 4:30, knowing that we will provide at least some stability and learning opportunities for eight young people who, rather like me at their age, cannot count on their own bodies to remain calm and focused, without assistance.
2018-19 will be a monumental academic year.