Monday, January 01, 2018
Monday, December 25, 2017
No Phoenii* were harmed in the making of these photos, taken at Lights of the World, currently at the state fairgrounds behind the old Coliseum. It's, like, bad-ass, dudes.
*Plural of Phoenix, duh**
**What do you get if you combine more than one Phoenix with a ring shaped island made of old Barbie's?
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Met mom and Jean in Prescott yesterday for pre-holiday festivities.
After eating lunch at a place called The Local, organic and tasty, we walked down the street to find her favorite vacuum cleaner repair place.
"Neighborhood looks right but I think they're closed," said mom as we walked, hoping to recover her wayward Electrolux, left some weeks previous.*
We found 'em 2 blocks down, around the corner, and they were open!
The not-quite-ancient lady behind the counter had waxy, maroon colored hair and abnormally long, hairy forearms - a bit lycanthropic in retrospect.
Mom, hard of hearing, shouted out introductions - mentioning I'd come from Phoenix.
To which the lady said, "my son lives in Phoenix. It's his birthday today but I tried calling him and he won't answer."
For some reason, I imagined an aging man - weathered and perhaps hungover - staring through slitted eyes at the ringing phone. He'd escaped his parents and small town life but mortality loomed.
Roger, her husband, came out from the back - tall, slightly hunched, with a furrowed brow and peering eyes that looked everywhere but at us.
He was also hard of hearing. Or maybe just in a marriage where the wife addresses her husband in third person.
"Roger's in a real mood today," she announced as he came out.
At which point he stopped, took us in, then headed back from whence he came.
Moment's later he re-emerged with mom's vacuum and turned it on. The noice was horrible - a combination of grating and grinding.
Then a little plastic chunk flew out and it purred like a kitten.
Mom handed over her card and after some shouting:
"Card doesn't work! How much?! Sign here!! Doesn't work?! Merry Christmas!!"
We left with a thud of the door and a clang of the bell.
"Don't make 'em like that anymore," said mom.
* A real life, actual Electrolux Vacuum Cleaner!