Indio, California: My Driver and I returned to Indio last evening after spending most of the morning with the kids. On Sunday, we went to The Village Bakery for breakfast. The joint is very popular and the lines go out the door. The food is delicious and except for the fact that the first time I ate here I had food poisoning so bad I lost 10 pounds in twenty minutes the portions are ample. But the place is very unorganized. You go to the counter and order your food and they give you a table number… except there are NO TABLES. The place is packed. People actually hover over tables, hoping diners will eat ASAP and give up the table before their own breakfast appears. Just uncomfortable for his old lady. However, I did enjoy my Brioche French Toast thinking there was no way in hell I could get food poisoning from French Toast. I did not.
But we had to get back to the Magna Peregrinus. We will return to Los Angeles in a few days to help Lenny & Lisa move into their new digs. I just can’t get enough of this:
When Leo falls asleep on my shoulder/chest, I simply melt. Or maybe Leo simply melts into my chest? He is a snuggler, as I suspect is true with nearly every baby. All I know is there is just something special about a baby falling asleep on your shoulder. I am positive it lowers blood pressure. Maybe cholesterol. Our entire nation should substitute baby snuggling for antidepressants.
PS: I am not a physician, so ignore the last paragraph. Take your meds!
We arrived back to our RV, unpacked and I ran out to the grocer to resupply. While I was one mile away (what? 45 minutes?) a very strange “twister” came through the RV resort. DT claims the wind was so strong he thought our bus was going to blow over. He thought palm trees were going to be uprooted. Our neighbor’s patio table flew into the air. The umbrella blew into the lake and the glass-top table-for-six broke into a million pieces. Patio furniture became airborne. One minute later, it was all over. Our rubber “Oregon” doormat had disappeared. We assume if it had turned-up on a neighboring lot, they would probably figure-out the mat belonged to the people with the giant “O” on the back of their bus. Since it has not been returned, we are going to assume it is on the bottom of the lake.
Bummer. The weather is so strange down here. It was 81 degrees during this strange wind “event”.
The remainder of the evening was spent with Don Draper.
After writing the other night how we are never invited anywhere for anything, tonight we were invited to two events!
I should probably get a publicist.
Woody and Kathy are in town for the week, so we all met for dinner with Marci & Jim at Guillermo’s Mexican restaurant. Before dinner, we were invited for cocktails with our neighbors, Lois & Steve.
Lois & Steve are directly behind our bus – across the street. They have been so friendly and welcoming to us. They have a golden retriever, the very friendly Rocky. Rocky just could not stay out of the lake and Lois & Steve were quite tired of a stinky wet dog, so they built a pool on their lot for Rocky. The pool is small as pools go, but it has a filter capable of handling Olympic-sized dog hair. Rocky loves his pool – and is so well trained – he will not go in the pool unless allowed. I adore Rocky. He comes to visit us often as he knows I keep a treat jar.
Steve & Dave
Lois is away this week, but Steve put on quite the spread for ten guests. I want to remind all My Readers – THIS IS A RV PARK.
Until my next update, I remain, your happy correspondent.
SLOGGER REPORT: Most appreciative of my two-day rest, I ran around the block as slow as humanly possible. 4 miles. It is my goal to repeat this routine M-F this week for 20 miles. We will see.
RV Park: Motorcoach Country Club – The Crown Jewel of Motorcoach Resorts. 400 sites, three pools, three spas, fitness center, golf, bocce ball, tennis, 2-mile waterway, fine-dining restaurant, bar, security, free wifi, planned activities, perfectly maintained. Sites for sale or rent.