Friday 17 - Saturday 18
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madgravityFriday 17- I did my stretches.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 45 to 52 degrees, calm wind, and humidity around 49 percent, mostly cloudy skies with rain.
My neighbor Kelly called and asked if I’d go down to her new doctor in Palm Desert with her. It was her first time going down the hill in that area and I went along for the ride acting as navigator. It rained on our way down. We arrived about 1:30pm and didn’t get out of there until almost 6pm. One good thing I’ll say about the doctor’s office was that they had coffee, cookies, and hamburgers for the patients; I had two cheeseburgers and lots of cookies while I was waiting for Kelly :)
We stopped at an AMPM gas station to get coffee for the trip home. There was tape all around the gas pump area and a woman mopping and spraying it down. I asked her what happened. “No gas”, she replied. I asked again this time asking if there was a spill. “No Gas”, she said again. Okay she doesn’t speak English so I’ll ask inside. We got our coffee and the counter girl smiled as we approached the checkout counter and I pointed at the pumps outside and asked her if there was there a spill. “No gas” was the lady’s response. It rained on our way back to 29 Palms.
We got back to 29 and went to Rite Aid to get her prescription filled and had to wait until 8:30pm to pick it up, so we went to Del Taco to eat and waste some time. We noticed the artwork on the walls of Dell Taco; lovely paintings of desert scenery with adobe buildings in dazzling colors. It reminded me of the art deco of the thirties. But they were all painted in the late eighties by S. Morath.
As 8:30 rolled around we picked up her prescription and headed back towards home. I told Kelly that it was 13 miles to my house from Stater Bros. She told me that Andrew said it was 8 miles to her house she rents from him. So we checked the mileage and it was 11 miles to her house and 13 to mine; Andrew was off by a few miles.
We stopped off at her place so she could feed her critters and then went to my house to drop me off and have a cup of coffee and chat for a spell.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, but I couldn’t post it to the web because the internet connection was down, and called it a night.
Saturday 18- I did my stretches.
I still couldn’t get online. I called Matt; we went through the regular stuff to get it working but no luck. He said he was just going out the door on his way to his Aunt’s but he’d drop by. I told him go on to his Aunt’s, that I needed a vacation from the internet anyways; family is more important. He came by anyways, I knew he would, and I told him he has 10min to get it working and then he has to go to his Aunt’s. He couldn’t get it going and said he’d be back tomorrow. I started reading a new book called “Velocity” by Alan Jacobson. I read throughout that dark and gloomy day where it has been threatening to rain but hasn’t.
Today’s Weather was: Temps of around 45 to 52 degrees, calm wind, and humidity around 49 percent, mostly cloudy skies with rain.
My neighbor Kelly called and asked if I’d go down to her new doctor in Palm Desert with her. It was her first time going down the hill in that area and I went along for the ride acting as navigator. It rained on our way down. We arrived about 1:30pm and didn’t get out of there until almost 6pm. One good thing I’ll say about the doctor’s office was that they had coffee, cookies, and hamburgers for the patients; I had two cheeseburgers and lots of cookies while I was waiting for Kelly :)
We stopped at an AMPM gas station to get coffee for the trip home. There was tape all around the gas pump area and a woman mopping and spraying it down. I asked her what happened. “No gas”, she replied. I asked again this time asking if there was a spill. “No Gas”, she said again. Okay she doesn’t speak English so I’ll ask inside. We got our coffee and the counter girl smiled as we approached the checkout counter and I pointed at the pumps outside and asked her if there was there a spill. “No gas” was the lady’s response. It rained on our way back to 29 Palms.
We got back to 29 and went to Rite Aid to get her prescription filled and had to wait until 8:30pm to pick it up, so we went to Del Taco to eat and waste some time. We noticed the artwork on the walls of Dell Taco; lovely paintings of desert scenery with adobe buildings in dazzling colors. It reminded me of the art deco of the thirties. But they were all painted in the late eighties by S. Morath.
As 8:30 rolled around we picked up her prescription and headed back towards home. I told Kelly that it was 13 miles to my house from Stater Bros. She told me that Andrew said it was 8 miles to her house she rents from him. So we checked the mileage and it was 11 miles to her house and 13 to mine; Andrew was off by a few miles.
We stopped off at her place so she could feed her critters and then went to my house to drop me off and have a cup of coffee and chat for a spell.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, but I couldn’t post it to the web because the internet connection was down, and called it a night.
Saturday 18- I did my stretches.
I still couldn’t get online. I called Matt; we went through the regular stuff to get it working but no luck. He said he was just going out the door on his way to his Aunt’s but he’d drop by. I told him go on to his Aunt’s, that I needed a vacation from the internet anyways; family is more important. He came by anyways, I knew he would, and I told him he has 10min to get it working and then he has to go to his Aunt’s. He couldn’t get it going and said he’d be back tomorrow. I started reading a new book called “Velocity” by Alan Jacobson. I read throughout that dark and gloomy day where it has been threatening to rain but hasn’t.
