Monday, August 23, 2010
I have found the perfect healing sweat lodge and it's free! All you have to do is visit me at our desert homestead in Quartzsite, Arizona, and help me do yard chores. I just got home from a visit weighing three pounds less and ten years older.
How hot was it? Well, I was able to turn a margarita glass upside down on my sweating arms and had an instant salt rim. That's how hot is was, and no, it wasn't a dry heat. The humidity was brutal.
Once a month I travel to Quartzsite in the summer to water trees and replace the three, five-gallon pails of water we keep in the motor home so that the cabinets won't dry, shrink and fall to the floor. Our motor home is in a carport, but what about the people who live there year round in motor homes and trailers with no covers? How do they do it? It's simple, they have been living there for so long that they are able to function on the two brain cells they have left that haven't yet fried.
Why do I brave the heat to keep our place from turning to dust? Because in the winter, Quartzsite, Arizona, turns into a warm, pleasant oasis. The only winter downside is a crazy book store owner who waits on customers and rides his bike around town wearing only a thong. Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?
I'm just saying,