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Having come from a metropolitan area and working primarily in big companies, I came to Prescott with a firm if invisible line between business colleagues and friends.
When I moved to Prescott, I had never been to a rodeo before. I was certainly intrigued when I realized what an important event it was for the city and how much it reflected Prescott’s history and culture over the years.
I count myself lucky to live in Prescott where there are so many opportunities for social involvement. We have a lively arts scene, historical societies and museums to help us appreciate and celebrate the past.
I’m a PBS watcher and, although there are many fewer ads on that station, there are some, and one in particular I enjoy seeing. It’s a commercial for a river cruise line narrated by the CEO of that company.
One of the things I like most about my home is the landscaping, if you can call it that.
Physical pain is one of the things I find most difficult to deal with. I’ve learned to have some patience with ordinary “pains”, like canned music blaring on my phone while I wait for a human voice, or idling at a light that refuses to change.
The Daily Courier recently published an article, followed by an opinion column from the Republican Women of Prescott, that shed light on the challenges facing teens and the differences in adults’ opinions on how best to support their well-being and growth.
As I write this, Prescott is facing a fistful of 90+ degree days in the ten-day forecast. As an older woman, I don’t particularly relish baring my arms, which have succumbed to gravity and a lack of resistance exercises.
Almost every morning I follow the same routine. The day starts with our two cats lobbying hard by my bedside with meowing and mournful expressions. They’re making sure that they are fed as soon as possible! I really enjoy gazing at the view of Prescott’s hills out the kitchen window as I fill the cats’ dishes. Once the dishwasher is emptied, I make a pot of coffee and pour myself a cup.
I had lunch with my best friend the other day at one of our favorite spots, the Hassayampa Inn’s Peacock Room restaurant. As we stepped outdoors after our meal, I took a deep breath of fresh air and looked up to the perfectly blue sky, untouched by even the wisp of a cloud.
Were you watching the Winter Olympic Games? Wow.
There was a time when a certain section of my closet was saved for “special occasion” clothing: a dress or two, a fancy blouse with chiffon sleeves and beautiful glittery embroidery, slacks with knife-edge pleats and matching jackets.
Way back in what seems more like a decade than a couple of years ago, our adult son, Nick, was locked down in a studio apartment in Los Angeles.
My favorite story about humor involves three monks wandering the countryside of ancient China.
I always enjoy reading the Courier’s Rants and Raves and Letters to the Editor. Comments range from local traffic problems to thank you’s for found wallets and good medical care. I also enjoy the sincere and mostly well-informed writers who go back and forth about current events, although sometimes they seem like the blind boys and the elephant.
These days, with weather patterns no longer so reliable, it’s hard to know what to expect as the seasons change. The recent rains and those expected next week are certainly welcome and the cooler temperatures are refreshing.
The equinox marking the official beginning of fall arrives this coming week on Sept. 22. While the warm summer weather may not be ending for a while, piles of Halloween candy have already popped up at the grocery stores, along with spooky decorations.
My husband and I stood in the pet supply store contemplating the mass of squirming fur in the box in front of us. We had been looking for a calico and immediately noticed there were two in this litter up for adoption.
I vividly remember the mid-July weekend we moved to Prescott 14 years ago. The cable TV installer was outside putting up the satellite dish in the midst of a fierce storm. Thunder boomed and lightning flashed ...
Just two weeks before the country shut down for the pandemic, our son Nick found a new job. Leaving a 5-year stint programming for a river-cruise company, he traded his casual-every-day wardrobe of T-shirts and jeans for shirt and tie as he started with the IT department of a high-powered financial services company.
As a kid I could think of nothing more boring and distant from my life than watching the evening news. I was more interested in who had the edge in my high school’s homecoming elections than who was winning the Cold War.
Last Sunday, the Courier’s Senior News Editor Tim Wiederaenders, wrote a column entitled, “Who are your true friends?” In it he recounted a conversation with an HR director who made it clear that working amicably together does not necessarily make you friends.
I love the Daily Courier. I love it despite dueling letters to the editor and the potpourri of Rants and Raves. Maybe especially because of those things!
I like to think of a new year as a clean slate.
Despite the pandemic and what seems like endless political wrangling, there are good reasons to reflect with hope on this holiday so closely associated with the beginnings of our country.
I remember the feeling I had when I first entered a polling place to cast my vote. It was like opening the door to a totally new place called “civic responsibility.”
The larger outside world has come to quite a pass. Regardless of your politics, financial situation, social status, color or religion, there is bound to be something in current circumstances that chaps your hide, offends your sensibilities, runs a chill up your spine or just exhausts you thinking about it.