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June 22nd, 2005

arizona arrivings @ 03:30 pm

Dateline: Strawberry, AZ

We finally did make it to Arizona, and boy is it hot!!! What a shock. You would think that I would be used to the heat being that I'm from Arizona, but I am glad we're up here in the north rather than down in the valley of the sun. Right now, I think it's about 90 here. In Phoenix, it was supposed to crest 113 with some places even higher (one place actually hit 118 yesterday).

The trip went relatively well though we were a bit late getting in due to a delay with a connecting flight from Miami in Dallas. This wasn't a huge problem though as we met this really sweet German lady who was coming to Phoenix to visit her grandchildren so we had someone to talk to while we waited. She was fascinated with all of my technology and she wished me well. We also met a lady who was transporting this little dog to her friend in California. We were sitting behind her, so it was kind of funny that two dogs were so close to each other. I didn't know you could take a dog in the cabin if it was small. This particular dog was a puppy which I guess qualilfies as small enough.

We got in to my grandma's at about midnight, and not long after, went to bed because according to us, it was 2 A.M.

We all slept in that morning in preparation for a big pancake breakfeast my Grandma wanted to make us before we headed up here. Several of my cousins were there, so needless to say, the food was good but the company was absolutely crazy. We got to Strawberry about three, and have been relaxing ever since. One plus of the trip up here was the fact that we had Air America Radio Phoenix all the way up here. As far as relaxing goes, this place is good for that, though today, the neighbors are remodelling there driveway, so its almost impossible to think with all of the construction equipment noise outside. Some day they'll finish.

We're planning on heading back to Phoenix on Friday to visit more with my other Grandma and see more family, friends, and even one of my loyal readers of this here journal, my old third grade teacher, Jean.

Before I close, I talked to the Mark Miller, the guy who does distance jazz piano lessons over the phone. I was apprehensive at first that he would not want to work with a blind person, but when I talked to him for the first time, he told me he would be more than willing to teach me and that hw would call me back the next day and we could talk more about logistics. He basically sends you every week an mp3 with him playing or telking you what he wants you to do, and then, during the lesson, we both sit at a piano and do a lesson. He lives Ðin Chicago, but I'm not worried that I won't learn as well with him as I would with a live instructor. I truly doesn't make a difference to me. I can't see the dude whether I'm in his studios or not, so how do I care. I was ecstatic that it was going to work for him. I knew I could make it work, but if the teacher can't make it work, then we're both up a creek.

And that's about all that's new with me. I'll write more when there's actually more to write about.
every were a bit late getting in due to a delay with a connecting flight from Miami in Dallas. This wasn't a huge problem though as we met this really sweet German lady who was coming to Phoenix to visit her grandchildren so we had someone to talk to while we waited. She was fascinated with all of my technology and she wished me well. We also met a lady who was transporting this little dog to her friend in California. We were sitting behind her, so it was kind of funny that two dogs were so close to each other. I didn't know you could take a dog in the cabin if it was small. This particular dog was a puppy which I guess qualilfies as small enough.

We got in to my grandma's at about midnight, and not long after, went to bed because according to us, it was 2 A.M.

We all slept in that morning in preparation for a big pancake breakfeast my Grandma wanted to make us before we headed up here. Several of my cousins were there, so needless to say, the food was good but the company was absolutely crazy. We got to Strawberry about three, and have been relaxing ever since. One plus of the trip up here was the fact that we had Air America Radio Phoenix all the way up here. As far as relaxing goes, this place is good for that, though today, the neighbors are remodelling there driveway, so its almost impossible to think with all of the construction equipment noise outside. Some day they'll finish.

We're planning on heading back to Phoenix on Friday to visit more with my other Grandma and see more family, friends, and even one of my loyal readers of this here journal, my old third grade teacher, Jean.

Before I close, I talked to the Mark Miller, the guy who does distance jazz piano lessons over the phone. I was apprehensive at first that he would not want to work with a blind person, but when I talked to him for the first time, he told me he would be more than willing to teach me and that hw would call me back the next day and we could talk more about logistics. He basically sends you every week an mp3 with him playing or telking you what he wants you to do, and then, during the lesson, we both sit at a piano and do a lesson. He lives Ð
 
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Ner's Random Musings on a life of interesting insights

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