Happy July, Phoenicians. We Will Survive!

Fourth of July Weekend!


I envy all my friends around the country in cooler places, watching fireworks over the water and wearing sweatshirts. This time of year I try to remain in a Zen-like state, and remember that great suffering is necessary to appreciate beauty and happiness and love, etc. And when it does cool off again – sometime around Halloween – we will all skip happily through our cul-de-sac with extra joy.

But Halloween seems so far away, especially this morning when it was 97 degrees and 48% humidity when I dropped my kids at camp. At 8 in the morning.

Everything about life gets more oppressive, and my grey cubicle with fluorescent lights sucking energy directly out of my skull on a Monday morning is no exception.

So I took a break. Here I must express my gratitude for having a job that allows such a thing. I can escape when the corporate-ness of my basement becomes unbearable. I appreciate that. Not as much as I appreciate my couch and my new polka-dot pajamas.

Since I spent some time at the Art Table with my boys on Sunday, I was itching for some new supplies.


One might look at this photo and think I have plenty of art supplies. I even have Mod Podge! Paints. Colored pencils. Sponges. Paper. Every kind of graphite pencil. Pens. Markers. Even a few leftover Christmas ornaments dying to be decorated. But what happens when you get out all your art supplies, at least in my house, is you realize what you still need.

Plus, my kids refused to go to Arizona Art Supply this weekend and instead opted for Michael’s. So I headed down to Indian School at 16th and perused the shelves of every type beautiful art making goodness. I got the boys some new canvas in different sizes, a few charcoal pencils for me, and another sketchbook. I was looking for someplace nearby to eat as I walked to my car, and Yelp reminded me of Middle Eastern Bakery Deli. (No link. Because there isn’t one.)

Joy in the midst of suffering.

Please, dear fellow Phoenicians, if you like hummus, or gyros, or feta pie, or pita, head over to this market on 16th Street. And if you’re gluten free – extra bonus! Even if you’re only gluten-free for fake reasons, I encourage you to try the gyro on gluten free pita. You will not know the difference.


(Oh and look! It’s my new iPod Nano Joe got me in the background! Perfect for drowning out the sounds of the people who sit around me and yammer incessantly to clients.)

I also got a dozen pita in the freezer – of course they were completely thawed by the time I drove back to the office.


(Also, my new sketchbook.)

I promise soon to give a camping update, and this weekend I’m going to Page Springs Winery which proves to be an action-packed post. Joe has suggested I become a professional blogger, since my topics seem to outweigh my time these days….

I read blogs. I still am not certain how one gets paid from writing them, but it is a great idea on paper.

Stay cool my friends. 16 more weeks until Halloween….

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