Palm Springs

Even in the heat, this place is wonderful.  I don't know whether it the great openness within sight of the mountains, or the palms, or the fact that everyone acts as though they were on vacation even if they are not; whatever it is, if makes me - gasp! - calm.  One of the retirement skills I have already developed is getting on my float without getting my magazine or book wet; I floated on the pool for two hours yesterday.  Trust me, there is no better way to read the Economist.  It is great getting back in touch with friends Art and Wally, and neighbor Michael, and meeting new ones.  Only a trip to San Francisco and beyond could make me leave, and only then because I know I'll be back soon.  Who would have thought?