Desert Hot Springs, CA
What is it with the desert? Every time we show up here, it rains. I thought it never rained in the desert, but the last time we were here it rained for a solid four days and flooded everything.
it just showered, but I see the sun is out now, so I can venture over to the Craft Show they're having today at the Sands RV and Golf Resort, where we are currently parked, waiting for our windshield to be replaced. It's a long story.
The short version is this. We went to Cabo (see my blog below) for three weeks and left the new bus with the dealer for tweaks and repairs, among them the replacement window and a new thermometer for the blown one in the dryer. When we returned, everything but those two things had been done, so we're stuck here until the parts arrive and we can be made whole again.
We're not stranded, however, because we're near Irwin and Randy, old friends who have delighted us with their willingness to spend this week with us, cooking great meals, hanging out playing Whist, May I, Mexican Train dominoes and laughing a lot. Last night Irwin's friend Lawson came for dinner, and I got him to cut my hair. He did a great job, saving not only my purse, but my shaggy self as well. You can't get more services from these guys than a fire on the patio, steaks on the grill, a nice glass of wine, some really great stories and a haircut. I will miss them when we leave.
On Monday we head back to Irvine, then hopefully on Tuesday we'll be on our way east. It's a good thing too, because it's about to rain again here in the desert. We must have some strange effect on the weather. If we stay here any longer, we could just turn this vast wasteland into a lush valley. And wouldn't that be a shame.
Betty
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Where in the World Am I
Desert Hot Springs, CA
I see from the list that I haven't posted much in February. Oops. But there is a reason.
We spent most of the month at our timeshare in Cabo San Lucas, at the bottom of the Baja peninsula in Mexico. Our partners for this vacation adventure were Joyce and Marty Kaplan, and it was absolutely wonderful. In case you're interested, here's what we did: ate a lot of Mexican food, drank a lot of Margaritas, drank some more Tequila, laid our fat, sated selves down on lounge chairs by the pool and read, played Scrabble, played cards and did I say read? We put away at least 25 books between us. I read nine myself.
After literally begging John to take some of my books so we wouldn't have to pay an overweight fee on the plane, I am beginning to see the wisdom of a Kindl, even though I have staunchly resisted the electronic book, arguing that the feel of a real book, the smell of the paper and the weight of it in my hands are all an important part of the reading experience. Now I'm not so sure.
My birthday's next Wednesday, and I can pretty much guarantee you that I'll get an e-book from my husband. He's a strong believer in load-lightening. I threw away four t-shirts yesterday and he cheered, convinced that now the bus will ride higher and smoother with less weight on board. To get even with this crazy man, I bought four salad bowls, They weigh more than the t-shirts. The next time he crows about how much easier the bus is to drive, I'll make a big salad and haul out those bowls.
And smile to myself.
I see from the list that I haven't posted much in February. Oops. But there is a reason.
We spent most of the month at our timeshare in Cabo San Lucas, at the bottom of the Baja peninsula in Mexico. Our partners for this vacation adventure were Joyce and Marty Kaplan, and it was absolutely wonderful. In case you're interested, here's what we did: ate a lot of Mexican food, drank a lot of Margaritas, drank some more Tequila, laid our fat, sated selves down on lounge chairs by the pool and read, played Scrabble, played cards and did I say read? We put away at least 25 books between us. I read nine myself.
After literally begging John to take some of my books so we wouldn't have to pay an overweight fee on the plane, I am beginning to see the wisdom of a Kindl, even though I have staunchly resisted the electronic book, arguing that the feel of a real book, the smell of the paper and the weight of it in my hands are all an important part of the reading experience. Now I'm not so sure.
My birthday's next Wednesday, and I can pretty much guarantee you that I'll get an e-book from my husband. He's a strong believer in load-lightening. I threw away four t-shirts yesterday and he cheered, convinced that now the bus will ride higher and smoother with less weight on board. To get even with this crazy man, I bought four salad bowls, They weigh more than the t-shirts. The next time he crows about how much easier the bus is to drive, I'll make a big salad and haul out those bowls.
And smile to myself.
John's Tornado Story
A couple of years ago, John took our then bus out to somewhere in the middle of America for a trap shooting event. On the second day, they heard news of tornadoes in the area, but continued the shoot. It was really hot, and the group took shelter from the sun under a temporary lean-to, erected for that purpose. John was sitting in his golf cart under the lean-to when the sky turned from blue to dark grey and the winds became fierce.
Someone shouted, "Get out, it's going." And the lean-to began to sway in the wind. John fumbled with the keys, got the motor going and chugged out of the way, just as a huge gust took the structure down. It also took John down.
He was blown out of the cart, which continued on its way and drove straight into a Port-A-San, knocking it over. A man came running towards him, shouting "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
John was a little bruised and bloody, but it was only minor, so he assured the man that he was fine.
"No," the man said. "I mean my wife. She's in the Port-A-San."
You can't make things like this up.
Someone shouted, "Get out, it's going." And the lean-to began to sway in the wind. John fumbled with the keys, got the motor going and chugged out of the way, just as a huge gust took the structure down. It also took John down.
He was blown out of the cart, which continued on its way and drove straight into a Port-A-San, knocking it over. A man came running towards him, shouting "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
John was a little bruised and bloody, but it was only minor, so he assured the man that he was fine.
"No," the man said. "I mean my wife. She's in the Port-A-San."
You can't make things like this up.
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