Field Notes - Dispatch 7 – Palm
Desert
Hello Fellow Adventurers!
I thought I had better scribble a
dispatch to let you know that we continue to be alive and well here
under the old desert sun. I just realized I almost spelled that
dessert which has, besides napping, become a dominant theme in my
life.
One of the best things about retirement
is the amount of time you can use to focus on desserts and snacks. I
myself have sniffed out most of the coffee and pastry shops within a
five mile radius and this includes the neighbors. Whenever I meet
someone new here in the country club I ask their name and when they
usually have dinner. I often forget their names but never when
dessert might be served. I like to be neighborly and drop in about
that time.
Our Minnesota friends next door have
invited us over for dinner and parties several times and have sent
over lots treats. I am working on a clothesline rope tow from their
house to ours so that Carole, an excellent cook, can simply attach
the snack bag to to a clothes pin and shoot it over to our house
where it will hit a bell on arrival and alert me to the delivery.
Either that or I am going to buy her a military drone that she can
control with her iPad, but I am afraid her husband might use the
drone to launch a hell fire missile rather than a donut in my
direction.
MR tells me I may be overdoing it in
the treat department but I tell her I have to keep my blood sugar up
or I will faint. She says the only time I run the risk of fainting
is when I find out we have run out of cookies. I tried to explain to
her that pastries are a hobby of mine and that she is not being a
very supportive wife. She says that if I continue eating the way I
have been, nothing will be able to support me. I have come to the
realization that it was a mistake marrying someone smarter than me
because our conversations always end badly. When I pointed this
conclusion out to MR she said that the pool of women with lower IQs
than mine would be very small indeed but that she would be delighted
to start looking for a candidate.
Well, as you can see, my life continues
to be a bowl full of cherries and I hope you are all feeling sorry
for me. Please send something good to eat down here to cheer me up.
