We got home last evening about 8:30. It was over 100 out. We left the car filled with camping stuff in the driveway. Went in the house and turned on the AC. I found some dim sum in the freezer and steamed them.
I took a long shower. I actually had to wash, rinse and repeat to get my shampoo to work on my crusty hair. Dirt and sweat from four days.
Today, the dogs woke us up at 5 a.m. as usual. We put them out. They barked. We brought them back in. Checked e-mail. Paul conked out on the sofa. I went back to bed at 9 a.m.
When I woke up at 11 a.m., Paul had pulled the car into the carport and was unloading. I watered my plants. Dragged the enormous dirty laundry bag into the laundry room and began sorting. Sprayed pre-wash on the stains, including Paul's hat - uck!
Went back online and read some Open Salon postings. By 3 p.m. I was exhausted again. Went back to bed. The radio was on. President Obama was giving a speech. In my dreams, he was at Horses Help and I was dressing him in a graduation gown.
Woke up at 5:30 and made garlic shrimp and garlic bread. Garlic stuff is good and easy.
Why are we so tired?
It took us about four hours yesterday to take down our campsite. It was extremely hot and there were horseflies. It was good to be on Stephen's "property" but there were some drawbacks: the aforementioned horseflies, not able to build a campfire (not Stephen's fault -- we were in the San Bernadino National Forest and there was a ban on campfires). We mostly like deep forests and we were camped on gravel by a pond that we couldn't see because of the overgrowth.
We did have a nice hike along the riverbed that runs past the property. I seem to have lost my camera, which is probably not so bad except that I took some terrific (probably) pictures. Maybe now I'll get a camera that works for my birthday. Hmmmm.
So now, because we're so exhausted, we're rethinking our next camping trip, which is supposed to be in the Santa Fe/Taos area next week, on our way to Little Rock to visit Becky and Anthony. It seems like cheating to leave the tent and camping stuff home and just motel it, but ugh, are we getting too old for the tent stuff? We need another day of rest to think about this. Meanwhile, I'm going back to bed -- after all, I've been up for two whole hours.
Who is Malenka, Polish Princess of Peace?
Malenka, may avitar, my alter-ego, my imaginary self was born on a potato farm in Poland. Her hard days of digging potatoes as a youth only toughened her spirit and resolve -- and put a permanent glow on her rosy cheeks.
She wears her luscious golden hair in thick braids that cascade over her shoulders. Dressed in green silk shirts that set off her emerald eyes, black jeans and gleaming black riding boots, at 6 feet, Malenka turns heads wherever she goes. She has never had any issues with weight.
An amazing equestrian, Malenka travels everywhere on her sleek black Polish Arabian, Calligrapher's Inkwell (barn name, Calli). Trotting along beside them are her two faithful hounds, Liliput and Charleton.
Malenka spends most of days helping people. She can intuit their deepest desires and most pressing needs, always finding solutions that bring them peace.
Years ago she married her true love, the dashing Italian prince Paolo, a brilliant screenwriter/musician/tennis player. As a young man Prince Paolo, while hiking in the Apennines, discovered an enormous gold nugget, so the couple is set for life, never having to work for a living.
Prince Paolo and Princess Malenka live happily but simply in a crumbling villa in Tuscany. Because Prince Paolo is extremely handy with tools and they both love to do renovations, they're slowly turning their home into a stunning, yet environmentally sustainable, showplace.
Angora goats and alpaca roam the rolling hills of their estate; the couple pays local women extremely well to weave and knit their wool into warm, beautiful garments that the Prince and Princess donate to various charities.
They raise herbs and organic produce that Malenka loves to develop into fantastic healthy meals. She often invites the entire village to sumptuous feasts.
In her spare time, Malenka throws and glazes exquisite pottery, paints the ever-changing Tuscan landscape from her balcony, writes award-winning novels and an advice column for Salon.com.
She wears her luscious golden hair in thick braids that cascade over her shoulders. Dressed in green silk shirts that set off her emerald eyes, black jeans and gleaming black riding boots, at 6 feet, Malenka turns heads wherever she goes. She has never had any issues with weight.
An amazing equestrian, Malenka travels everywhere on her sleek black Polish Arabian, Calligrapher's Inkwell (barn name, Calli). Trotting along beside them are her two faithful hounds, Liliput and Charleton.
Malenka spends most of days helping people. She can intuit their deepest desires and most pressing needs, always finding solutions that bring them peace.
Years ago she married her true love, the dashing Italian prince Paolo, a brilliant screenwriter/musician/tennis player. As a young man Prince Paolo, while hiking in the Apennines, discovered an enormous gold nugget, so the couple is set for life, never having to work for a living.
Prince Paolo and Princess Malenka live happily but simply in a crumbling villa in Tuscany. Because Prince Paolo is extremely handy with tools and they both love to do renovations, they're slowly turning their home into a stunning, yet environmentally sustainable, showplace.
Angora goats and alpaca roam the rolling hills of their estate; the couple pays local women extremely well to weave and knit their wool into warm, beautiful garments that the Prince and Princess donate to various charities.
They raise herbs and organic produce that Malenka loves to develop into fantastic healthy meals. She often invites the entire village to sumptuous feasts.
In her spare time, Malenka throws and glazes exquisite pottery, paints the ever-changing Tuscan landscape from her balcony, writes award-winning novels and an advice column for Salon.com.
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