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Wow – It’s been a long time since I posted here.  I have been too busy on my other blog that I forget about this one.  I am here because I can’t figure out how to post an essay on the other blog so I will try here and link it for everyone. 

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by John Dickey

 

I can tell you all you need to know about Arizona, the good and the bad that come and go with the seasons. The history of this place may not be as big as our neighbor California but we have rich Native American history here, (forget the names). We also have beautiful scenery here, from the Grand Canyon to the amazing sunsets, and above all the sense of wellness in the air. For this essay though, I will tell you about my house in all of its glory.

My humble little house might not be fancy, it might not be new but it doesn’t matter because it is where I live and it is where I have lived for many years now. The house from the outside might seem like it’s old and decrepit but the second you step into the door you are transported into a world where technology is abundant and care is everywhere. There are the newly painted white walls in the living room, and the wallpaper filled kitchen, to the tech savvy room known as my bedroom and the dog-hair filled carpets below the well worn couches. Every day I can feel proud that this is my home, not because it looks nice, but because it’s where I live and it’s my favorite place to be, when I’m sitting in the computer chair staring at a screen, or watching my dog chase a laser pointers’ dot around the house, I can feel proud to say that this is where I live, no matter how it looks.

The outside may not have a lush field of grass, or any grass at all for that matter, but it is beautiful to me. It can be the back yard where birds flock to get a day’s meal, or the casino next door that has their bands play sometimes to a fault, it’s what I can call home. It can be the trees that are still singed from the house fire next door that happened a few months ago, to the now vacant lot where only a stone bench stands. I love every little thing about my house; the rants I go on when something doesn’t work are easily remedied by my overly soft bed and the anger after a terrible day can be remedied by a dog rolled over in anticipation for his belly rub. Every little problem I have is easily solved by things that some people may not even think twice of. In fact, I’ve even grown attached to my fence that took my entire family a good summer of hard work to put up. It’s the little things of this house that make it as worthy as a grand castle to me.

Then there’s the thing that really make this house a home; the love inside of it. It can be my biggest cat sleeping lazily around the house and opening one eye every time anyone walks by just to make sure everything is in check, to my smallest cat who dashes around the house looking for a bug to catch and looking around with a clueless expression on her face. Or it could be the dogs that stir at the slightest abnormality of this house and jump at every noise to bark with ear shattering power. No matter what, I can always trust that they will be here waiting for me and greeting me like I was gone for months. Then there’s the nine cats that sleep around my house who I can call mine as well; they may not be as fond of me as I am of them, they are mostly a spectator sport. Amazingly there’s still room for people here too: my caring mother who loves everyone here unconditionally, and makes sure we do what is needed of us. My brother who also lives here, and who I can somewhat respect even though his answer to whatever I say is to throw something. Then there’s my grandma who live here as well, who loves everything in the world and is extremely nice to everyone she meets, and my uncle who was in the Navy and knows just about all there is to know about computers.

It might not be the largest house on the block, nor the best looking, but it is my home. I love it dearly and no matter what happens to it, I can call it home. I have a place where I can not only sleep but where I can thrive. It’s a place of rest, excitement, joy, sorrow, but never loneliness. No matter where I go I know it will be here when I return, welcoming me home, and I know I will love it always.

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This is a bridge that we went over several times , ( first one side – then the other) because I missed our exit and had to go in a circle.  I give Kudos to James for having his Iphone.  He was the navigator and did an awesome job.  We would have been lost many times if it hadn’t been for the GPS on his phone.    Nice bridge….notice the snow/ice on the water.   Brrrrr.

SNOW!!!

SNOW!!!

Here we are driving to DC from Pennsylvania and its snowing!!!  I kept praying that it wouldn’t get too bad.  I was so nervous about driving over there anyway and here it starts snowing.   It was a good thing that I bought thermal underwear because we sure needed it.  Thank goodness it only lasted a little while and it didn’t snow in DC – I think it was too cold to even snow….hahaha.

WOW

WOW

Although we didn’t make it into town on the actual day of the Inauguration,  it was awesome just being there.  When we were getting ready to go (at 3:00 in the morning), the boys turned on the TV and the news said that if you weren’t at the Metro Station you were supposed to be at to get into DC, you would never make it.  Even some of the people who were AT the Metro didn’t make it into town…they got stuck IN THE METRO!!  Boy were we glad that wasn’t us.  I am so glad they turned on that TV or we would have been stuck somewhere for a long time.  So, we went back to bed for a while and then watched it on TV from our warm room and then went sightseeing. 

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I think this was the most awesome site for us.  He is so big and he’s just looking down at you – WOW.  Its beautiful.

Happy to be here!!

Happy to be here!!

This was our first day in DC on the 19th of Jan.  We were so pumped just to be there and I guess it shows.  Everyone there had that smile on their face….just sooo happy to be there.

FROZEN BUT SMILING IN DC

FROZEN BUT SMILING IN DC

This was our last day there and boy was it cold!!  The weathermen said that it was about 20 but felt like 6!   I have never been that cold.  The wind was so cold my whole face was numb, but we’re still smiling….sort of.