Sunday, March 17, 2013

Not in Palm Springs Anymore

Sigh.  Oh well.

We flew home Friday, but getting dressed for this morning's walk in 10 degree weather reminded me that we had indeed left sunny southern California.

That's a lotta layers.  And to think I went running earlier this week wearing only a pair of running shorts.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Palm Spring - Continued

Lots of pool time today - with a high temperature of 97 - you're not in Minnesota anymore baby!

Yesterday’s hike on the Lykken South Trail came up short as Shana had forgotten to take a puff on her inhaler – and I wasn’t so interested in scurrying over the switchbacks up that hot dry mountain all by myself.   Abandoning Lykeen, we resorted to Plan B – the Big Morongo Canyon Preserve – less strenuous – somewhat cooler – and a nice breeze.

Big Morongo was fun.  In the canyon was a wetland.  Hard to believe we’d find a wetland in the desert, but there it was, complete with cattails and a bog.  In just over an hour of walking/hiking, we saw the bog, as well as some desert elevation.  It was quite a diverse environment tucked into the valley.

The Birthday Boy got to choose the dinner location, and we went to the Blue Coyote Grill.

Today dawned warmer with hints of the heat to come.  While Shana, John, and Sue headed off to the Living Desert Zoo, Maria, Uncle John, and I remained at home.  Maria and John made brownies; I went off for a run – yes, a run.  That makes two runs in one week – plus two days of hiking in-between.  I could certainly exercise more if I didn’t have a full-time job. 

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

TheEarth Moved Under My Feet

Birthday – 51 years old.   The first year that my Mom won’t call to remind me how snowy it was that week in March 1962.  My Dad – in order to keep busy while he nervously awaited my arrival – shoveled all the time.  The pictures my parents snapped showed snow banks along the driveway almost as tall as my Dad – 6 foot 2. 

There is no snow where I sit today.  Palm Springs – beautiful weather as usual.  It is about this time yesterday that I experienced my first earthquake.  I was sitting poolside – as I am in the picture above – when water started leaking out of the sprinkler system sprayers in a funny way.  Within seconds, I heard the windows on the house rattling.  I stood up only to feel the ground kind of roll under my feet – a very weird feeling when standing on concrete.  It was over in about 20 seconds.  The in-laws – longtime San Fran residents – said it was a long one.  It turned out to be 4.7 on the Richter Scale.  It was an “interesting” experience.  I’m glad I got that out of the way – but not looking forward to my next earthquake. 

Plans are being made for one hike or another.  Yesterday we hiked a 3 mile loop in Indian Canyon.
My one big fear when climbing the sides of these steep hills and mountains is that I will fall off.  Only some of the trails present real falling opportunities, but I still feel the need to cling to the surface.  I fear that if I launched myself by leaping into the air, I would take off, alternately tumbling down the hill and flying through the air.  Like I do in my dreams.

I don’t experience these dreams as often anymore, but I still occasionally have “The Flying Dream”.  In that dream I am able to leap up into the air and by flapping my arms, fly around about 15 to 20 feet off the ground.  It’s a rather peaceful – and empowering – sensation. 

Anyway - on with the day - time to wake up Maria so we can hike before it hits 90 !! 

Monday, March 11, 2013

Early Spring

Nothing says early spring like a little sunburn.

We are in Palm Springs for spring break again this year.  Arrived yesterday about 8:30 - which means we woke up around 3:00 AM in Minnesota (or 2:00 if you consider the time change).  The kids pulled an "all nighter", preferring to remain awake watching SNL and then some other junk until it was time to leave for the airport.  Shana and I were raring to go - after about 3 hours sleep.  It's amazing we made it in one piece.

It's good to be away- even if it's been only 24 hours.  I'm emotionally exhausted from dealing with my Mom's estate business.  We have cleared out her apartment and are awaiting various court proclamations giving me authority to sell the co-op, car, etc.  My Mom was very organized and we had several discussions about what to do "in case" something happened; that made things "easy" in that I never was confused or blocked because I didn't know what to do.

But knowing which steps to follow, what to do next, didn't make it easy.  The busy work probably even delays the grieving.  Top that off with some denial about how exhausting it is - and you've got an exhausted Hobbled Runner retreating to the desert southwest for some rest and relaxation.

Did I say "Hobbled" Runner?  I ran about 3 miles yesterday - not bad for a Hobbled guy - on only 3 hours sleep.