Good morning to you and happy Monday. It is almost the end of April 2020. Last year, I never would have imagined that our world would be in this dystopian story that is unfolding before our eyes daily. Now, we have to wait for the news and hope that we are getting actual facts and not fiction, as there will no longer be official presidential press briefings regarding the virus. I aspire to be a writer, folks, I can’t make this shit up any better. My brain is imagining screenwriters and producers salivating over all the future story lines for all the made-for-TV-movies and series to come from this disaster. There will be murder mysteries. There will be love stories. Porn. Yes. Porn…Sex always sells. There will be drama and there will be, most definitely be, conspiracy and zombies or zombie-alien hybrids that fall in love and have babies. Oh sorry…wake and bake…Oh yeah. So, my mind has been all over the place, but in a good way. That writers block that had been troubling me has opened a bit. That has also lead to a clearer view with my photos…see where I am going…I was stuck and in pain but I knew it wasn’t permanent. I knew that if I kept pushing on, it would break. Thank you to everyone that has messaged me and I have contacted. You all have been an integral part in the process!
Before I start talkin’ about yesterday, here is a little road music and a little backstory to this music. The first concert Hubby and I went to as a couple was in 2001ish at the House of Blues in Anaheim an it was to see Jonny Lang. I bought the tickets because I was enamored with the guitar playing of this young kid, in this video, I think he was 16 or 17 years old. My favorite song of his is a sappy song, Breaking Me, but the kid does rip it up…press play.
Yesterday, we finished off the last of Hubby’s vacation with a little drive around Indio. We grabbed breakfast at Chez Jack en Le Box and then after we finished we wandered. It was around 11 AM and the temps were near 100 degrees. It was nice. I was feeling hazy, okay, so I am always feeling hazy. Yeah… The music was great. If you live in the Coachella Valley and you are feeling like you need to be somewhere, anywhere but know you shouldn’t travel too far, you can always take a drive on the back roads of Indio Hills.
The back roads of Indio Hills feel like you are hundreds of miles away from civilization. Well, I guess, if by civilization you mean, Los Angeles. The desert landscape is littered with hollowed out dead trees that lay through the land like sleeping monsters waiting to awaken. There are a few properties with signs that indicate to stay away. I envy them and all their precious privacy, that I am encroaching upon…ooops. Also, hundreds of tiny, bright yellow flowers line the road and wave as the the winds whip through the desert. The desert, not for the faint of heart but truly for the dreamers and stargazers.
We also stopped at another favorite spot of mine in the valley, the Indio-Coachella border. At that spot, there is a canal and usually, there is water flowing through it. Luckily for us, it was flowing yesterday.
Hubby is almost finished with his first day back to work and it is almost back to normal around here. Vacation really was needed even if we really wandered no where.
Have a beautiful rest of the day. May your dreams be big. Hugs to you and and squeezes to that kid that still lives in you. Tootles!