Complex Surfaces: Man and Disk; carbon fiber, automotive paint, Dwight; Palm Springs Art Museum. Elsewhere little kids interacted with art, giggling uncontrollably at breasts in a painting. Some adults walked, talked, oblivious to their surroundings.
Category: Place
Mystery Bus Ride
Paid 50 cents senior fare to ride a city bus to Desert Hot Springs on the other side of Coachella Valley. Walked through a land of strip malls. This honors a childhood tradition: my Aunt and I would ride a bus to the end of the line to see what was there; usually not much.
Crossing Roads Gratefully
Crossed the road in the steps of people who bring our community together. Actually crossed many roads, grateful my errant knee felt good after 7,000 steps.
Early Birds
With my wings (or, more precisely, a knee) clipped on this year’s snowbird trip, planned next winter’s trip. Reservations opened up today for our outbound travel day: used SkyMiles, Seattle layover (much cheaper than nonstop), exit row aisle seats on an otherwise empty seat map.
Turning on a Dime
Climbed above Palm Springs through a desert that had become a meadow. Sprained a knee, leading to an excruciating descent and a knee brace at Eisenhower Urgent Care. Rest is advised for a week, which is a bit like flying Delta One; Dwight reminded me he’s here for my safety.
A Pointless Adventure
We’re both listless couch-dwellers as our colds work their way through. Created a pointless adventure to get me off the couch: did some online research, found an early Liberace house, a 10-minute city bus ride, found the house undergoing a remodel, walked back, returned to the couch.
Plaza di Liberace
On my neighborhood walk, found another Liberace house. For some reason this one made me think of a funeral parlor. Over the years he owned four homes in Palm Springs.
Top of the Morning
On my morning walk past bars open to the sidewalk, people were getting a head start on St. Patrick’s Day celebrations.
After the Rains
A stream bed had come to life, cutting short our short walk. Recent rains have made any trail that crosses an arroyo (a normally dry creek) suspect. We backtracked and drove back into town to share a grilled cheese sandwich washed down with IPA.
Desert Rainbow
When you’re staying in a desert, you don’t expect to look out the window and see a rainbow. But there it was this morning.