Palm Springs, a legendary town. Not my kind of town at all. I am not a golfer, not a tennis player, don’t even own a bathing suit. I’m too fat and hairy, though I could wax, and wear a one-piece, for the two days a year that it’s warm enough to go swimming, I just don’t bother. My parents are tennis players, so I made the journey to spend a few days with them.
What really pisses me off, is that I can’t eat local salmon because the water levels are too low to support wild populations, and I can’t hardly water my garden, and this lame-0 desert town, with it’s 4 inches of rain/year, is covered with grass, pools, fountains, etc. Just like Las Vegas, but with rich snobby folks, all with gates and fences.
I possibly lost some weight. I just stepped on the scale, and it reads what it did when I left (175), though I just ate dinner, so it’s likely less. I wonder if I don’t do body sculpt for a few days, whether my weight drops from muscle atrophying. Does it happen that fast? Do I actually have enough to make a difference? I may get to the gym tomorrow, but it’s more likely that I’ll go to the woods, because I miss trees, moisture, and shade, and I only have a car for three weeks more. Not that I have anything against cacti, and it wasn’t that warm there. I got to wear shorts two out of four days, and only in the afternoon.
It seems to me that drinkable water is going to be more valuable than oil soon enough, and then these ridiculous towns in the desert are going to rethink their priorities.