Monday April 28, '14

First, catch up from the weekend.  As I mentioned in my last post, driving Friday afternoon got rather hairy.  By the time I got to Meteor Crater RV Park I was really glad to stop, even though I had kind of gotten a feel and an ear for the onset of the next gust as I was driving.

I  booked a space for a week (Good Sam Park) because there are so many things I want to see in the area.

Saturday morning my shoulders were a bit stiff from fighting the wind, but the arthritic neck was great! The weather, however, was not great.  I got up at sunrise as the wind picked up and Myrtle began to rock and roll with some real enthusiasm.  It started to rain--really fine mist, going sideways.  I went back to bed--its sort of like sleeping on a rocking boat.  We went from rain, to heavy rain, to snow, to watery sun, back to snow, to hail, to rain.  All of this is going sideways, with really interesting swirl patterns because of the strong wind and stronger gusts.  I went for a short walk once--that was enough!

We watched a couple of movies, I read, and had fun concocting a stir-fry for dinner.  First avacado oil, with dried onion and garlic flakes, then a chopped up beef patty, and zucchini, celery, carrots, broccoli, pea pods, and a squirt of Soy Vey Island Teriaki to finish off.  Should have done some rice too, but I didn't miss it.

We rocked all night, and Sunday morning didn't look much better.  So I started the day off with french toast and did mostly indoor stuff again.  I have to admit that I just have fun in Myrtle.  I took several walks, two with Livy.  She doesn't know what to think of the wind.  She jumps and spins, looks like she'd like to swat back at whatever is swatting her, but can't figure out who is to blame.  She prefers the wind at her butt, and a strong gust gets her running like mad--I can't keep up!

I read quite a bit Sunday, enjoying Laurie R King's Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes novels on my Kindle.  Did I mention that I have this weird problem with real books?  I keep tapping the page, expecting it to turn on its own.  I went to sleep pretty late, between the reading and  the rocking.