Alicia Dreams

We went in late July-early August and apparently they have a “monsoon” type rain cycle in the desert. I remember the heat of Arizona threatening to melt my cheap flipflops as my sister gathered some things from the van before taking a siesta. That was the first day, that evening water clouds started moving in and the next day as we neared the Grand Canyon rain clouds darkened the skies. You never really think of Arizona having anything but deserts but it does have some green around the Grand Canyon (I’d have to dig up the map to tell you were we went exactly). It was strange seeing the Grand Canyon with fog and mists on the horizon. As we drove away the next few days thunderstorms were our companions. The vast desert landscapes (now with lake sized puddles of water) gave way to the mesas on the horizon of New Mexico. I remember my ears getting that feeling that you get when you go to Bakersfield and the elevation changes. Everything is endless on the road and apparently there...

I just heard about the Boston Marathon and I watched this of the first explosion. It made me gag and cry.  I can’t imagine how it must have been for those present.   I didn’t know what to think and thought the person who did this terrible thing.  Was the point to ruin was supposed to be a triumphant day?  My thoughts came fast and jumbled until I from some insane part of me I thought, “It makes me want to run a marathon.” I’ve never run a marathon before. Never really saw the point of it really.  I want to say that its because I’ve been unhealthy and out of shape but the truth is I never liked the idea of all that pain.  I do admire the people who push themselves to the edge of human resistance. So what about running a marathon? Like a “giant f*** you!” to whoever did this.  I want them to know they didn’t succeed in ruining this day completely, those running towards the finish line, and towards the blast, those running ...