So, here I am in Rancho Mirage. I was dismayed today because recent windstorms have knocked leaves into my swimming pool. These have jammed the filters and shut down the heater. So when I got into the pool around noon, it was cold. I was shivering as I swam. I thought, “This is not good for a 70-year-old man to be shivering as he’s swimming.” So I got out and hollered for the pool man.
Not much after that except for a deelish chicken sandwich at Carl’s Jr. There were many young men eating at the restaurant speaking a language I had never heard before. It turned out it was Polish. They were a good-looking, but wildly drunk bunch here for the rock concert known as Coachella. Just so drunk it was prison time for them for sure if they were pulled over. Not jail. Prison.
My wife and I shopped at Vons. Wow, there is a lot of stuff for sale, and, wow, is it expensive. I am just staggered when I pay for my groceries every single time. How do people who are not rich afford to live?