Goings On At The Spa – See-Through Suits & New RV Buddies
So I figured it was time to update you on what this little solo-social butterfly (that would be moi) has been doing at the spa all on her lonesome in Desert Hot Springs. Getting into trouble is my middle name so when Paul is gone I naturally attract all kinds of devious commotion. It’s the story of my life and it can be rather annoying, but also leads to interesting blog pots.
Full Disclosure Notice: Everything that follows is a true account with real names and exact replication of the facts as they happened….As far as you know anyway…
It starts of course with the subject of my knee, which I deftly managed to injure the day after Paul was gone, thus taking care of my accident quota for the duration of his trip (I hope). I am happy to report that it is physically healed and now presents itself in pretty shades of blue and yellow (who needs makeup when nature does the job for you?).
And then there’s the heat. My first week here was beyond HOT (weather has since broken) and that’s not just because I’ve been here, although I do seem to have captured the rapt attention of all the older messiuers in the RV park. Besides hitting ~90 degrees each day I’ve been the only shall-we-say youngish and apparently man-less gal in the neighborhood. This has naturally sparked interest amongst the local male populus who are intrigued by the RV and undeterred by the hint of an alleged hubby (after all if the rooster leaves the hen, there comes a certain age when you’ve got nothing to lose in being opportunistic, right?).
The net effect of this is that I’ve met alot of people and gotten the lay-of-the-land from many helpful gentlemen. They are not quite the ravishing hunk that Paul is, I must admit, and have a rather few more years under the beer-belt but they are hopeful…and very tanned. This has also led to longer sessions in the hot tub where I’ve given a few impromptu Q&A sessions on going fulltime RVing and even advised certain fellas on their lady issues (the latter being rather mean of me since, not being your typical lady, the poor guys are in deep trouble if they actually take my advice).
My other grand adventure is that I’ve gone swimsuit shopping. Sadly my standby swimsuit, the one that fits me perfectly in every way (a once-in-a-lifetime buy, in other words) is finally disintegrating. The result is a light see-through effect which is not exactly helping my case as a taken woman (see above). So I’ve had the joy of going swimsuit shopping which, as every woman knows, is an absolute dream….NOT. Three hours, four shops and fifty swimsuits later I am still suit-less…Argggh! You see Palm Springs, being an old movie-star hangout and popular retirement spot caters to a crowd who enjoys more…ermmm…bling on their suits. And being a committed tomboy, diamonds, glitter and frills are simply not my thing.
The animals have not been the least helpful either -> Taggart seems to think I should just ditch the suit and go furry, Rand is indifferent and Polly doesn’t even see the point in swimming unless rabbits are involved. So I’ve reverted to Plan B -> buy online, hold your breath and cross fingers, paws & toes for the best. This could become a longer endeavor and I”m just hoping the ‘ol suit doesn’t create an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction moment before I find a suitable replacement.
In yet more social happenings I’ve managed to make a few new RV buddies and meet some blog readers. A few days ago Rick and JoAnne came over with a bottle of wine which immediately made them the perfect RV guests. We had a good chat & a truly lovely evening. Also our next-door neighbours Sue & Dave are RVers we met in Eugene a few months ago. They’re huge doggie folks with 2 lovely poochs of their own so Polly has 2 new furry pals to play with (no pics yet, but I’ll work on it).
So you see life is full and exciting here in the Caliente Desert Hot Springs, even without hubby around. I’ve got many more adventures planned including several hikes (where I will no doubt get lost) and an interesting RV repair which may go right, or terribly, terribly wrong. In the meantime I think I’ll go take a little dip in the hot tub and see what turns up…