|Nora and Dylan at Lake Mille Lacs|
|Ruby and Eli|
|Garden, sunrise hits Tiburon Island.|
I have to work this summer, the LAST summer, then I'll be forever truly retired and indolent. At only 58 years old, I feel beaten down by my life's work and struggles, and am entirely prepared to never again have to bow in humility to the corporate monsters. Maybe I'll even learn to sleep past 3 AM.
Our last couple of weeks here haven't been very eventful or even memorable, but in review, they've been more productive than I would have predicted. Ron has been busily improving our landscaping. He's transplanted scores of desert cacti and trees, and humped rocks for outlining gardens and walkways.
|Path to garage, baby cacti both sides, rock border. It'll be "paved" with flat cobblestones.|
|More rocks and cacti.|
|More rocks and cacti.|
He also spent a few days sitting in his Man Cave, sanding and crafting an ironwood walking stick. It's gorgeous.
I've been churning out an expanded line of eclectic shell/leather/beaded jewelry for my Etsy shop, reading some very good books, and enjoying lunches out.
|Lunch at Jorge's, Delfie's birthday. Those red beers are Micheladas, dark beer with clamato juice, chili-lime, and salted rims. Mmmmm!|
We did do a couple of local explorative trips, poking through the remains of a couple of old haciendas, and a bit of beachcombing/clamming. Hectic pace, eh?
On the way home one afternoon, I saw an odd flash of white to my left and hollered "STOP!" And Ron stood the truck on it's nose. (A friend said her husband would have just said "For WHAT?") There were two Desert Bighorn Rams, full-curls, not 100 yards away. Only a couple of miles from our casita. And can you believe we had BOTH the camera and the camcorder at the ready? That never happens.
|Desert Bighorn Sheep|
Most of this winter I've been experiencing digestive urgencies. I still don't know what's occurred this year to cause this, but it's not been debilitating. Just a nuisance, and I have needed to stay near my friend-the-toilet a lot. If it remains an issue (Get it? Issue?) when I get back to Minnesota, the VA will sort it out.
Tomorrow is payday and my monthly trip to The City for resupply. This trip will include buying a mattress at WalMart. Two friends and I are going to make a day of it, have a good lunch somewhere, and manage to fill our truck to overflow capacity.
Then on Thursday, some more of "The Girls" and I plan to shop the segundas in Calle Doce, where I intend to assemble every metal bedframe there until I find one that fits my new mattress. Danny's Segunda has at least 75 of them.
This Saturday there's a craft sale at another RV park in the village, and I'm taking a table to try to raise a bit of cash selling the felted wool stuff and the new jewelry. Wish me luck.