Floating

 I have turned into a real rich Mexican, I get up have fruit and yogurt for breakfast...papaya, pineapple, melon,  I read, then swim then take my siesta, then go out to dinner or my friends brings me one of their gourmet meals, hot and ready to eat.  The weather every day is 75-78 degrees with a lovely little breeze off the ocean.  The sky is always a cerrilian blue, the sun shines every day.  The pool is heated to the perfect temperature, sometimes Roger brings me a fresh virgin pina colada.  There are new flowers blooming every day. I hear the sound of the waves all day an night.  I think I have actually died and I'm in heaven and they forgot to tell me.  Honestly, this is the most amazing feeling.  I've lost all ambition.  I am going to update and remodel the bathroom this summer, but mostly I have been floating in this paradisical cloud.  I've even lost my WASP guilt about not accomplishing things.  This cannot be healthy.  But it is so lovely, it is like being drugged without any side effects.  I'm even losing weight.!  

One of my Utah friends, Cindy Roberts, has come for a visit.  The first two days I took her to the Art Walk and to fun restaurants.  Now she wants to stay on the deck and laze with me.  Yesterday we painted (she is an artist) in our PJ's and then just sat on the deck and talked and napped.  Honestly this is like being in OZ.  

I'm going home on April 20.  I need to get my shot and see the dentist.  I'm going back for my son in laws graduation with his masters.  It will be interesting to see how I react to a place where everyone is busy and productive and has goals.  I'm so mellow that I'm totally boring.  I've not started a war or complicated anyone's life with a major project.  I'm planning on coming back when I have my second shot.    It will be good to have that off our worry list...although I seem incapable of worry too.  Haha.  

Being me, and knowing how I am always getting in above my head and having adventures getting out of stuff, I thought I'd have a lot of funny stories by now.  

I do have one funny story tho.  My neighbors who bring me food every other day have adopted me as their old person.  Cindy and I went to the Art Walk and took an Uber so we didn't have to worry about parking.  We got back at 9 and found Steve and our night watchman pacing because the car was there and we were not.  So I have been instructed to let the watchman know when I will be gone and when I am planning to come back.  I responded by telling them that I  was a little old for curfew!  It is also generally known that I don't get out of my PJ's until 10 and not to knock on my door before then.  If I can't sleep and my lights go on I get solicitous queries about how my night went, so now I sneak into the living room without turning on my lights.  I seem to be endlessly fascinating.  It is a little like being at camp or a dorm.