Day Tripping

The weather here in Southern California continues to be absolutely beautiful. I do not miss Portland’s dampness one bit, not when I can experience all this sunshine day after blessed day.

 

The daytime temps are perfect, allowing us to still comfortably wear our T-shirts and shorts even this late in the year, and the nighttime temps are just chilly enough to warrant snuggling beneath the quilt I made for Ken out of his old T-shirts. In other words, it’s just how I like it.

On Wednesday, we decided to take advantage of the gloriously beautiful weather by driving to The Salton Sea. On our way, we passed through Palm  Springs, Cathedral City, Rancho Mirage, Indian Wells, La Quinta, Indio, Coachella, and finally Mecca, Desert Shores, and The Salton Sea. I think I named them all.

It was one town right after the other, blending so well it was difficult to say exactly when we passed from one to the next, unless we happened to catch the welcome signs. Although the farther we drove, the poorer the cities became. Then, it was easy to tell where the rich left off and the working stiffs began. The first half dozen cities were so opulent that even the bus shelters looked like stucco gazebos, for lack of a better description.

It was too rich for my blood, although Ken did catch me ducking into a Goodwill in Palm Springs. I just had to see what the rich had to offer. (Evidently not much because I left there empty handed!)

These are some of the pictures from the first part of our adventure. Mecca, Desert Shores, and The Salton Sea will have to wait for the next posts.

Along Highway 10 just outside of Banning, there’s a stretch of the desert that has been put to good use as a wind farm. I love seeing alternate energy sources being incorporated so well, as they are in So Cal. Some may call them ugly or even eyesores, but I find them beautiful in both their simplicity and purpose.

Peace,

Jenni and Ken

Day Late, Dollar Short, Lucky In Love

Well, we finally managed to go shopping, and it was only a few days late. Migraines. Can’t live with them. Simply can’t function with them, most days. Yesterday I was feeling a little better so we went gangbusters—New Seasons Market for a fabulously large corned beef for Saturday’s dinner (I adore corned beef and cabbage); Salvation Army for those replacement coffee mugs; Goodwill for sheets (near new set of luxury sheets, dirt cheap); the Post Office; and, and, and. It was a busy day.

And then today, my migraine came back. I broke one of those replacement mugs. Is it any wonder? My nimble fingers just aren’t what they used to be. But that’s okay, because when we were at Goodwill yesterday we saw some brand new work boots that would be perfect for Trevor, only I didn’t want to buy them without him trying them on. So back to Goodwill we ventured, with Trevor in tow. He got the boots and I picked up yet another mug.

Even though I managed to get out today, it was a rather brutal day. My migraine and body pain were off the charts. Still, I managed to wander around Winco to finish the grocery shopping, my two men in tow again, after going to Goodwill. Oh, my was it brutal.

A little pity cuddle goes a long way, and it is a good thing my hubby is an angel in that department. When I lay my head on his shoulder and he strokes my hair and whispers prayers and apologies for all my pain, I cannot help but relax and start to feel better. At that moment, I know I am the luckiest girl in the world.

As a side note, maybe my migraine was partially caused by too many Scrabble games recently.

Please, say it isn’t so.☺