Tucson to PA and back…this is a little surreal. Reference points in my brain are contradicting each other starting with reference to "home".

We are in a whirl of wonderful Tucson visiting. I am so sorry to have inability to upload some pictures for awhile. The connection here just won't tolerate the load, though this early in the morning it seems to be OK to add some verbiage.

What a wonderful wakeup Saturday morning after the 2 1/2 inches of rain that fell in the area here. I went outdoors in my pjs, flip-flops and robe to savor the early light and rain-washed air. Apparently, 2 1/2 is the number of inches that just fell in the Philly area, too, Wendy texts me. So, the weather front kept up momentum all the way eastward! John is safely here I learned via same texting with Wendy. He is somewhere in Tucson with friends.

Toby sticking to the back porch Wendy reports from PA. Animal life there all good.

I am looking eastward out the big window to the Catalina Mountains view that was part of my life for 29 years in this general Tucson location. Maybe a slightly south, but similar. It is indelibly imprinted in my mind. The people that I am seeing in this small space of Thanksgiving time are right there in my mind's view, as well. The largest chunk of  my life history has taken place in this town. Friends date back all through those years when my residence here began in 1960. Many have entered my life at various times subsequent to that mid-20th Century date. What a fine presence every one of them is.

It was as though I'd never left when I saw Paula, Carl and later Bob on Saturday. My wonderful little church and its great choir, members and pastor on Sunday. There isn't anything that quite matches Tucson Mexican food. Yum. Sunday's Huevos Rancheros were sooooo good. Dear friend Gloria made that happen. That evening we got cleaned up to go to the TPYO concert where cousin Eli was performing in the violin section. Tuxedoed and elegantly dressed teenagers afterward at the gelato joint are still teenagers! Not quite like popcorn in the PA Boing-Boing trampoline extravaganza a week or so ago, but close.

Old neighbors filled our Monday with a couple of introductions for the boys to my and their mother's past. Monday evening we were able to connect with Betsy and Eli for a pizza moment at the family favorite, Grimaldi's.

In a little while Aidan will wake. I think he has caught the Geo-Caching bug, for sure. What fun we had with Carol and Janie figuring out some local cache locations yesterday. We are still learning the ropes on how to do it, but look forward to taking a "Travel Bug" to PA with us, and caching it there to send it on its journey. If this is an unknown quantity to you, no worries. If you are curious, its web site is geocaching.com.

We are going to have some mid-day hours with Aidan's close school friend today; then, pick up his cousin from her school which also was the grandsons'. Aidan hopes to get in some soccer for a few minutes with a couple of his old school buddies when they exit school and wait for their family rides home.

There are so many more things that have happened and are happening around Betsy's gathering this week and tomorrow. All are in the kaleidoscope of this week's experiences.

It is striking to me, how much I love it here and yet am loving my home in PA just as much.