Vacation

It has been so busy with puppies this week that I haven't yet regaled everybody with tales of my vacation.

Before I talk about the vacation, I have to mention the house I came home to. It looked similar to my house but it was clean.

My Mom spent the week at my house watching my oldest daughter, who took summer school this year. The kitchen counter was clean. My laundry pile was dented. There were flowers planted out front and new flowers on the porch and in the house. The porch was clean. Some unpainted walls in my kitchen had been painted. There was a new kitchen rug and curtains. Things were organized. She did lots more, but those are the main things.

Maybe I'll have to make an excuse up for her to stay here for a week six months from now. Heh heh.

For vacation, we went to Carmel, CA, where the filthy rich beautiful people live. The RV park was hidden down a long, winding road, not the kind of road one wants to drive an RV down.

The RV park was called Saddle Mountain RV Park. It was secluded. The other residents were holed up in their RV's so it felt like the whole park belonged to us. We did have some people with really noisy teens camp next to us for two nights. When they left, I almost hopped out of my RV and did a victory dance.

But that wouldn't have been very nice now, would it?

We went down to the beach with the kids on the first day. There were lots of people with dogs, none of them leashed, the dogs that is. I saw one dog on a leash and it looked ashamed of itself, like it knew all the other dogs were laughing at it.

Many of the people on the beach were obvious locals. The sweater sets and gold chains gave them away. Plus, they were so bee-yoo-ti-ful.

We left the beach two hours and one sunburn later.

I had to shop at the local Albertsons on the way back to the park. The store was filled with senior ladies. They didn't have the typical senior-lady perm. They had hair that was blow-dried straight and flipped up at the ends.

If I happened to get in their way, they glared and tried to run me down with their carts.

What's up with that? If I were rich enough to live in Carmel, no force on earth could wipe the shit-eating grin off my face.

On the second day, we went to Cannery Row in Monterey. Monterey has the best bike paths. They are all over. Monterey is another place I wish I could afford to live. It's lovely.

We ate lunch and then we went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. It's very nice but I think twenty-two dollars to look at tanks full of fish is rather pricey. Now that I've been there and seen that, I'm good for life.

It was too darn crowded like everything else in California. Every time I stopped to peer in a tank, somebody was breathing down my neck waiting for me to move. Yick.

And now, although my story isn't done, my son is done letting me blog. Story to be continued.