What do you do when your fingers and your brain become foreigners to each other and no longer communicate well together? For the past several days my limbs feel like they have become detached and whatever thoughts cross my brain do not make their way to the paper I am writing on. Needless to say a five nimute blurb is taking ten minutes to write and twenty minutes to edit before it is worthy for print. Perhaps this Good Friday, my brain and my appendages are taking a holiday, and rightfully so! My Apologies if this makes little sense. Have a good one folks.
In a couple of weeks we will be on the road again, heading north like the rest of the winter snowbirds. We have enjoyed our time here in Desert Hot Springs; we have made several new friends and we have discovered some areas that we feel at home in. It has been a great winter, weatherwise as well, but like all deserts, it is starting to warm up telling us it is time to leave. We'll miss the pool, the people and the beauty of Coachella Valley, but we will return in the fall. For the next few weeks we will prepare the motorhome, trailer, car and motorcycle for the trek, say our goodbyes and organize the stops along the way. Most importantly, we will relax and enjoy the peacefulness and what time we have left!
Could I love our little Devon Rex cat anymore than I do?The older she gets, the more affectionate she becomes, as if she is surrendering her independence. We went to Mexico for a week in February and a friend of ours here at Catalina Spa RV Park, cat-sat. Well she came in daily to visit Sam, clean her litter box and freshen her food and water. Ever since our return Sam wants us around her all the time and whenever we go out she is waiting at the door for our return. In the evening, she stays in the living room with us until we go to bed, a new behaviour for her. (She's always slept on my pillow in the bedroom in the past.)At night she curls up beside me on the bed where she remains until dawn and then she goes out to the livingroom to watch the birds out the window. Right now she is sitting beside me on the couch while I write and the only reason she is there is because I have a computer on my lap, where she would rather be.
I hate buffets. It's mainly because I have absolutely no willpower and I, like thousands of other North Americans, overeat when I go to one. For some reason we think we have to eat as much as we can to get "our money's worth", even if the cost of the buffet was really inexpensive to begin with. Everytime I indulge at a buffet, I tell myself I will be sensible and not eat the crap, the unhealthy choices, but somehow I find a way to justify it and do anyway. My biggest weakness though is the dessert section but luckily lately, even though my head knows no better, my body is smarter. After I overeat, my trusty body rapidly rejects most of what I eat and the only after effects are feelings of discomfort. Every time I go to a buffet, I tell myself that it is the last time I will ever go, but I know I am lying. I can only hope I am tempted no more. Wish me luck!
I am not a shopper. Well, I should qualify that statement with I am not a typical female shopper. Sure I like looking at clothes and I have a deep affection for shoes but those aren't the things that get my adreniline pumping. I love grocery shopping.
Yes, that's right and particularly in cool stores. For instance, here in the Palm Springs area, I love Clarks, a local health food/grocery store where I can find anything from soup to nuts. My favourite store by far though, is Trader Joes, an American food store chain scattered across the nation. I love their house brand juices, cereals, breads and dried fruits and nuts. They have a great selection of wines to choose from which would serve me well, if I drank. Their cookies are to die for and many of their products are organic. Their frozen, wild fish are at prices that are hard to beat anywhere.
When we leave the states for Canada I am going to miss Trader Joes and will be looking froward to returning to them in fall.
Actually, it's more like when the security staff is greatly reduced the barking dog rule is broken...over and over again. Here at Catalina Spa RV Park there is a pretty strict rule about barking dogs; they must be kept under control and rightfully so. For the folks without dogs, it is most aggravating when someone leaves their dog(s) unattended and they bark incessantly all day long. When we are in regular season here with a full staff, the rule is enforced. If, dogs are yappy and noisy their owners get them under control or they must leave the park.With just a minimal staff here now, the rule seems to be overlooked and today, we thought we were at a kennel. It seems we have negligent dog owners all around us and we were subjected to annoying barking all day. Now please understand that I love dogs, I really do but I can never understand how the owners can be sitting right beside their noisy animals and be oblivious to the fact that they are yappy. Hopefully, the offenders are only here for the weekend and we will go back to peace and quiet tomorrow.
Isn't it funny how we get used to certain things and find it difficult to change? My sweet husband and I changed which side of the bed we sleep on a year ago and he is still having difficulty adjusting to it. He tells me that whenever I am away, he returns back to sleeping on his old side, my new side. I, on the other hand, have adjusted quite well but I am feeling a little guilty about it.
One of the reasons we switched is because I have developed tendonitis in my right shoulder and habitually, I sleep on the edge of the mattress. Now that I am on the left side of the bed, I roll onto my left side and give no additional pain to my injured joint. I have tried to heal my shoulder to no avail so there is no other place for me on the bed.
The good news though is that even though my hubby isn't adjusting well to the change he doesn't complain and he still sleeps like a baby.
