Living La Vida Loca
Indio, California: We are living in the fast
lane. Testing boundaries. Taking risks. Living La Vida Loca. Not only is there a
risk of driving a day or two without registration tags on my Honda, it now looks
as if the purchase of our RV lot may not close tomorrow - which means our
March rent is up at noon tomorrow and we may camp a few hours on our
mid-purchase lot without paying rent.
I know. I know. Can you believe our crazy edgy existence? Breaking all the
rules! Everything has happened so fast - our offer was accepted only six days
ago!
We received the documents for the purchase of lot #322 from
the title company last night. A ridiculous two inches of paperwork for a
5000 square-foot chunk o' grass. (We now understand this is typical of a
California real estate purchase.) We had to fill-out a stack of forms. The
State of California wanted to know the date of our wedding, so we had to do
a little searching around. Is it completely pathetic
we cannot remember the date
we were married? DT put a bunch of papers in front of me to sign, date,
or initial... and we are (nearly) the owners of lot #322... or
maybe DT pulled one over on me and we are now divorced...
We had big plans for our evening - between paper signing and document
scanning - Captain Jim & Mary were taking us on a cocktail cruise on their
electric boat and then they were docking here for dinner.
I also had big plans for a long run this morning, so woke early. Then I decided
to make a Banana Cream Pie for Captain Jim - his favorite pie. Since I have
never in my life made a banana cream pie and didn't have a recipe, it took a
little research and recipe creation. Then I put dinner in the crockpot. Then
DT had me scanning and emailing documents. Then I had to phone the power
company to have the electricity at #322 switched-over to our name. Then I
shipped Camping Journal orders.
Then it was somehow ten o'clock and 90 degrees. I decided I needed (what athletes
call) a Rest Day. My friend,
Lauren Fleshman, is a professional runner.
Lauren told me a rest day is just as
important as a work-out day. (I may take Lauren's advice to the extreme and
believe 3 2 rest days a week are sometimes necessary in my strict
training regime.)
Lauren probably would never eat a Reuben sandwich for lunch.
I did make a relatively healthy dinner for our post-cruise
feast - my easy and delicious
Chicken
Chile Verde... plus, a small pitcher of
Real
Margaritas. (Margaritas are cholesterol free!)
The temperature rose all the way to 97 degrees today, but our cocktail cruise
was still on!
First Mate Mary holds the boat at our dock while we load appetizers & cocktails passengers.
Captain Jim poses in his new "Happy
Hour" tee shirt.
This is the dock behind the Club House/restaurant facility.
If the battery in your golf cart is dead, you can sail your boat to the Club
House restaurant and tie-up at the dock! It's all about options!
The boat names at the Motorcoach Country
Club crack me up. I especially enjoy this "Christmas"
themed boat. (Click
here to see a plat map of of the Motorcoach Country
Club in Indio. Our lot is way up in the top left
corner, #322.)
After our cocktail cruise around
the entire resort, Captain Jim returned his ship to our
dock.
Dinner was ready (via Chicken Chile
Verde in the crockpot and the rice in the rice cooker).
I'm sorry to say the Banana Cream Pie never did set-up.
The center was a bit runny. I served it anyway and vow
to try again... or see if it has finished setting-up overnight and
know it is day-ahead dessert. The flavor was quite good,
so maybe... we will see. Captain Jim and Mary were too
polite and claim they enjoyed their runny pie.
Another day in RV paradise.
Until my next update, I remain, your crazy correspondent.
RV Park: Motorcoach
Country Club. Without a doubt (to me - and don't forget, it's my
website) the finest RV Resort in The World. Every available amenity. Golf,
tennis courts, 3 pools, 3 spas, bathhouses, 2 laundries, fitness center,
club houses, restaurant, bar, gated security, 2-mile waterway and wifi.