Sunday, January 25, 2015

It's Not Easy

            I spent a day at the Desert Hot Springs Inn. It was seven dollars to get in. There's a bunch of pools with mineral water from an hot springs aquafier. The water comes up at a hundred and forty degrees, but they cool it down to a hundred and five. It's a good place for a soak. The clientele is usually older. I noticed a lot of skinny thighs. I'm not sure why there were so many skinny thighs, or how, but there were and I found that interesting.
            There's a diner and bar, should you have the urge to eat or drink. The waitresses at the diner were the salt of the earth. I'm amazed when people are so nice. It makes me feel good. But I do wonder how they manage to keep so even-keeled. It's something I aspire to, but have difficulty with. I'm quick to react to imbecilic behavior. It messes up my moods. Any mention of Congress and my blood starts to boil. If you really want to get to me say, "citizens united." Or stick me in a car and ask me to drive. I turn mean as a matter of survival then. So when I saw those sweet ladies working behind the counter, it was a stark reminder of how things are supposed to be.