Safford Arizona

Well, I made it there and back, and had a WONDERFUL time. Sigh. Back home again to the world of Brooklyn and life at home. Other than the rocky, er foggy, start, all was good.



Bon has a new house in Safford, and like the place I had in Lombard years ago, is wonderful and full of potential, meaning it has a bit of work to be done on it :) We had a ball on Saturday, being handy and working our butts off. Fixed a leak in the roof (ah, working in the sun in shirtsleeves again!), fixed a bad lightswitch, turned the livingroom into the 'green room', and dug a hole in the back yard to check out a leaky pipe. Then treated ourselves to chimichangas and drinks for dinner :)





I got to stay in the guesthouse, which was very cool, and slept in every morning to my hearts content (even cooler ... SLEEP!). She's got a great house and 3 awesome pets, one of which is a cat Mazaru that used to be mine and she adopted for me. Her dog is a black lab, about 3 or so, and he thinks he's a cat I think ... curls up on her lap just like a cat, except he's a full grown dog. New meaning to the phrase lap dog!

I have to describe the funniest part of the trip, and that would be the worm farm. Ah, you say, worm farm? Well Bon's in charge of the environmental health issues for Graham county, and so does all kinds of inspections and stuff that take her to rather remote places at times. The county is big and mostly rural and mostly Mormon (not all that relevant unless you're NOT Mormon and don't like being asked if you'd like to become a second or third wife now and then). Anyhow, on a septic field inspection recently Bon drove past a driveway that was completely lined in old refrigerators. Being rather curious, she asked the guy whose tank she was inspecting (a neighbor of this place) what they were for? He said the man there ran a worm farm ... he fills the refrigerators with dirt and water, and raises worms that he sells to bait shops. We were out driving around looking at stuff anyhow, and decided to explore. As we came up to his driveway, Bon said "What should we say if he's home?" Now to understand why this was even a question, you have to understand that in Bon's job she OFTEN gets a reception that ranges from poor to downright hostile, as people there often live in the country for privacy, and just don't like anyone showing up on their property for any reason, especially if uninvited. So, as we were passing a cluster of mobile homes with "The Hawkins" written out front, I suggested we just say we were looking for the Hawkins place if we encountered anyone. So down the driveway we went, marvelling at the number and variety of refrigerators ... everything from a pale blue 1950's model with the big silver lever for a handle and a rounded front to plain old white chest freezers, all lying on their sides full of dirt, and mostly propped open a few inches. He probably had 40-50 of them. We rounded the end of the drive to the sight of a stooped and well-worn older man and his dog, puttering around a pickup truck. Bon killed the engine as he started walking over, and said she'd just ask where the Hawkins lived. He seemed friendly enough, and upon asking, immediately wanted to know "Which Hawkins?" Bon looked at me, and then turned back to him and guessed "Bill Hawkins, though we were really just out driving around", which started off a hilarious and rather dicey conversation as it seemed there WAS a Bill Hawkins who used to live next door and had a couple sons Craig and Joel, but had moved to the old club just outside Safford, and he went to great pains to describe how to get there, and said he wished he had a phone so we could call (whew!). Bon assured him we could call him later, and thanks for the info. He was the coolest guy, and after we left, assuring him that we had the directions all straight, and had finished laughing ourselves silly, we both wished we'd just asked straight out what the fridges were for and stayed and chatted awhile! Next time :) So I visited a Worm Farm in Arizona ... nightcrawlers anyone? Evidence that not all eccentric and isolated Arizonan's are hostile, and many are probably downright lonely.









We also looked at the stars, wandered in the desert, got disgusted at a huge illegal dump right on the river's edge, drove to Eden, enjoyed the fireplace, watched movies (saw Airplane for the first time and loved it), and talked. All good.