Bits and Pieces, Moments and Minutiae

No heavy-duty-my-life-is-a-trial-oh-poor-me stuff this time. Just....silly stuff...

Let's start by marking our 36th day on the mainland. But who's counting? We have moved from the Golden Village RV Park, which in truth is a trailer/mobile home park. For over 55ers. In the desert. In Hemet. We discovered quickly that we had to go THROUGH the boondocks to get there, and since the gas prices are roughly the same as Hawaii, plus we don't want to put any further wear and tear on Don's car since we hope to sell it before returning home to Maui. Wow. Run-on sentence. Anyway. The sites were also too small and full of gravel, which meant no grandson could visit. It was risky enough having our rock-gathering granddaughter visiting, but her rock-chucking brother would be beyond dangerous. I must also confess that I am not a fan of deserts or the over-55 types places. As far as the latter, I like the little families that you find in RV parks and campgrounds. Often, Don and I will see a little family of cuties, and we kind of secretly adopt them. Not as creepy as it sounds, trust me. We also love the energy of a park that is filled with adventurous spirits - and big rigs that we enjoy lusting after. Nothing against the lovely people of Golden Village, but...a lot of the adventure seemed to be the indoor shuffleboard and Rascal Scooter drag races. As far as deserts, I must admit, I don't like them. At all. I understand that there are lovers of every type of topography and landscape - tree-covered mountains, vast prairies and plains, or rugged coastlines, big, vibrant cities or small towns...or a small, tropical island. My mom is among those who love the desert - the austere and hostile looking terrain that looks devoid of life, but upon closer examination, or a drenching rain, shows itself to be full of life. But I still don't like deserts. There were plenty of Palm trees - but these, unlike the coconut trees that look like they are in a perpetual state of hula, these date palms stand straight as an arrow, and their fronds are as stiff as a laquered feather duster.

So now we are in our favorite RV park. It's near the kids - only about ten minutes away as opposed to thirty or forty - and it's sites are large and grassy. It's quite popular. For that reason, we are having to leave it tomorrow and park on the street near Kyle and Kristin's or in the nearest Walmart. It seems that for the next three weekends, this place is sold out. oops. But, after June 6, we should be able to be here for a month...then have to leave for a night...then return for another 29 days....back to Walmart for a night...return here for another 29 days - and then we have to be out for at least six months. Hopefully, we'll be returning to Maui by then, so it won't be an issue, but you get the point. We're not going to get any moss under our feet - or wheels - while we are here on the mainland.

There have been a couple other big things on our busy social calendar: my friend and business partner, Autumn's wedding, and #2 son, Greg's, graduation.

Egad. Just looked at the time. It's almost 1:00 a.m. I'll have to write about Autumn's wedding and Greg's graduation another time. I'd better get some sleep. I'm moving tomorrow. Again.