Five Shots: Plateau Sunset

1. Glow on the Redrocks, Sedona

Last night my sister flew in from Illinois and surprised me with her presence and her fiancé. They were on their way to Las Vegas to hitch up at the White Chapel for an exchange of “I do”. Surprised and delighted to see her, we celebrated by sharing the plateau which provides a 360 view of the colors and shadows at twilight in the Sycamore Canyon Wilderness. Here are six shots of the sunset. Which one do you like the best?

2. Yellow Burst
3. Sunset Road
4. Arizona Sunset
5. Golden Slumber
6. Red Underbellies

Married!

So sorry I’ve been away from blogging, but I’ve been, and still am, in the thick of entertaining family and friends who flew in for my wedding last Saturday, April 28. Jim and I celebrated our vows on the “Love Train”. The Verde Canyon Railroad went out into the Sycamore Canyon. It’s a unique way to celebrate a reception. We had a private car and observation deck. These are just a few pictures from the day. Notice my beautiful granddaughters as flower girls, my sister for whom I rarely see, and the beautiful Sycamore Canyon. I have been divorced for well over 25 years. It’s a dream come true to be claimed by my gentle Jim who takes good care of me. As soon as the dust settles and the guests depart, I’ll be back to visit your blogs and post more of my own.

Want to know more about the Verde Canyon Railroad? Check out their site:

https://verdecanyonrr.com

IMO: Life’s Eventful Extremes

What a difference a day can make.

My mother visited for a week and escaped the 15 below zero temps in Illinois. Jim and I hosted her before my children and grandchildren arrived later in the week to see her. On the first night of her visit, with supper finished and the evening open for entertainment, my mother chose the movie, Richard Harris in A Man Called Horse (1971). On the second night, I picked Battle of the Sexes. On January second, it was Jim’s turn to pick a movie.

What a surprise that he picked Moonstruck. The consummate chick-flick? Maybe he was inspired by our own Bella Luna, the Super Moon going on outside? January has two full moons this year and it has started several conversations about the differences between a Wolf, a Blue and a Super Moon. He loves the silly Dean Martin song, “That’s Amore”. I suspected he was trying to be a good sport and pick a film that would make my Mom happy. I hadn’t seen Moonstruck in decades. Sure, why not? So the music played, and I swooned with the luscious music of La bohème. Nicholas Cage was young and a sexy scene-chewer. Cher was gorgeous and almost convincing while Olympia Dukakis deserved her Best Supporting Oscar win. When the credits rolled, we all stood up and smiled. The ending was touching with the punctuation mark celebrating the family and validating the vows of love.

Jim left the room and returned. With the music still in the background, he got down on one knee and opened up a box with a silver wedding band. “I bought this for myself, but it won’t mean anything if you don’t accept the other ring I bought.” He opened up another box and in it was an engagement ring. “Cindy, will you marry me?”

That he asked me in front of my mother meant the world. That he did it in front of this romantic movie was a masterstroke. I remember when we were in Santorini, I wondered why hadn’t he asked me to marry him in arguably the prettiest place in the world? Instead, he asked me in our living room with my mother in attendance. We were all moonstruck.

I have been divorced for 26 years. What a strange, lovely state-of-being to be now engaged.

12 hours later, at noon, I felt a twitch under my upper rib cage. The twitch turned into a poke which turned into a gasping stab that became a constant companion. By three in the afternoon, I was in the emergency room. Jim was by my side, my children arrived that morning and were entertaining my mother. To breathe jiggled the knife in my chest as we waited for doctors and blood tests and sonograms and EKG results to whittle down the possibilities.  They found a baseball cyst connected to my liver, and the cyst was bleeding. Until the blood was absorbed, I would be in pain. Two doses of Dilaudid (stronger than Morphine) laterthey sent me home. I did my best to be calm and quiet, but by 3 a.m., the pain was still strong as ever and poor Jim had to take me back to the ER.

A few days have passed, my Mom has returned to the tundra. The house is quiet. I am feeling better. I looked at Jim and realized I was still engaged, and he was my fiancé, and I hadn’t thought about his question to marry him for days. He just walked by my desk just now.
“Why the living room instead of on top of a Grecian Island?”

He replied, “Home is where the heart is.” Good answer.

I asked him, “We don’t believe in bad omens, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, good. It must have been the Belle Luna.

The ironies of life fascinate me. How about you? How extreme has a day been for you? 

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