It was an easy 138-mile trip to the Palm Springs Thousand Trails RV park. We arrived around 11:00 and quickly found a nice site. We will be here for only a week. While I did much of the setting up, Becky took Ramsey and Kelsey for a much-needed walk. On their walk, Becky ran into a number of the "regulars" we see every year here. They were all glad to see Becky. She's so popular on the pickleball court, it's almost like returning home. (By the way, over the summer, they installed four new courts and refurbished the two old ones. Very spiffy.)
Friday morning, I went to see my heart doctor, Michael Bagheri, who had insisted when he released me from the hospital in February after my bout with pneumonia that I see him as soon as we returned to the desert. The visit was routine, but he prescribed a couple of tests, of course.
We then had our photos taken since we need to renew our passports. They expire in the middle of 2015, but we don't want to be caught short so we will renew them immediately.
Saturday was routine, with pickleball, walking dogs, and watching a few college football games I didn't care about. The evening redbox movie was The100-foot Journey starring Helen Mirren and a bunch of Indians (Mumbai, not Taos). It was an absolutely charming, sweet film.
Sunday was football and pickleball, and 22 Jump Street, from the redbox. The film starred Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill. It was simply awful. I understand that it was made for a teenage (or younger) audience, but the language was shocking.
Monday afternoon, we went to the nearby Gold's Gym to sign me up. It was the beginning of an effort to make me more fit. It's been 16 years since I was on a regular workout program, and things have sagged a bit.
We made an appointment to see Peggy, one of the personal trainers they assign to seasoned citizens, late Tuesday morning. No one bothered to tell Peggy, however, and she didn't show up. Not an auspicious start. They finally found Kurt, who was not otherwise occupied, but it was too late to do anything at that time, and we made a substitute appointment to start my workout program on Friday.
Tuesday afternoon, Becky drove to the Community Church in San Marino to meet with the pastor to discuss the memorial service for Bill that will take place on December 23.
She left me with the dogs, of course, and we did just fine, thank you. I spent most of the time listening to Killing Patton, Bill O'Reilly's newest book. We had started it months ago in the truck, but never got back to it. Moving the disks into the rig was a good idea. The book is fascinating. When she left, Becky had tentative plans to spend the night in Pasadena, but came home Tuesday night anyway.
The highlight of Wednesday was watching Jersey Boys from the redbox, starring a bunch of nobodies. It was just a delightful and fun movie.
It was a nice way to end our first week in the desert.
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