Indio, California: It has grown to be a tradition that the kids spend the New Year holiday with us in Indio. We play games, swim, ride bikes, golf and have Fettuccini Alfredo - the most unhealthy dish I can imagine - before the resolutions begin in the morning. We watch the ball drop in Times Square (live, on New York time), so the grandkids can get to bed at 9... yet they think it is midnight (this scenario will not last much longer, eventually they will be able to read a clock)... and the adults can finish-up the dishes and get into bed a few moments later. This Bubbe business is exhausting.

It was 80° Saturday.
Lisa asked me to get a can of Reddi-Wip because we were going to play Leo's new Pie Face game. Oh, Joy!

We had reservations for a table at the very fancy Empire Polo Club on Sunday - the first day of the season. We arrived between games, found our table and settled-in a bit before the kids were attracted to the huge grass expanse. (A polo field is the size of nine football fields.)


At the break, it is tradition for the fans to access the field (with a flute of bubbly) and stomp-down divots made by the horse hoofs. It is a very fun activity, especially for the kids. Waiters stand field-side with trays of champagne. We were joined this afternoon by Lenny's younger brother, Eli, and his wife, Beth. Beth and Eli are expecting a baby this spring!









This was the highest-scoring polo match we had ever witnessed.


Though we were all in bed hours before midnight on the west coast, we were all shaken from our beds at 12 o'clock due to horns blasting, noise makers and a sky filled with fireworks. It really was fun - and pretty.
Best Wishes to you all for a wonderful 2018!
Happy New Year!
Until my next update, I remain, your tired correspondent.
RV PARK: The Motorcoach Country Club