First Morning

Someone's in the kitchen making a Mexican breakfast, Jen is balancing on her neck with her feet on an exercise ball, and Mamie is sprawled asleep in the princess suite with strict instructions not to be woken before 8:30 -- which represents a compromise:  Jen and I 7:00 (sleeping in an' all),  Mamie 11:00.

Last night we had massages and water treatments  and so now look 10 years younger (in our own minds) and are actually daring to feel Relaxed!!!!  Though Jen is still runnng around turning off lights to "save the envrironment."  (Not that flying on fossil fuels to a resort resplendant with superfluous lights and extravagant water features -- damn the dessert -- impact anything.  There are pools, swim up bars, fountains and hot tubs every where -- we get totally lost and just jump in any ole place and trust we'll swim our way home somehow.) Hopefully, by the end of the week she will develop some semblance of humor over the issue.  

Mamie, "Good God , Narda, why don't you come here every year?  Or every 6 months?"  And honestly I'm just as baffled.


We have seen loads of whales spouting and leaping -- from our porch ----  tis the season.  Very considerate.  

Weather?  Perfect

Golf cart? Speed racer, baby, speed racer.  I mean I've floored that puppy and, swear to God, have pushed it beyond 8 mph!  (Another thing Jen is worrying about.  "We need to walk.  WALK.  WALK! ")  Now she's pointing her toes suspended over the exercise ball -- but I don't think she's working that hard because, damn the girl, she can still mutter and scold.  Whatever will we do when Nicola gets here? 

Well, enough of this,  I am extremely busy and must get on with the overwhelming task of doing nothing in particular,