Hot Summer Days

Since we returned to Jojoba Hills daytime temperatures have been in the 90’s and low hundreds. Evenings were cooling off to low 80’s now dropping into the 70’s. We can turn off the AC after dark. Between medical appointments for Carol and physical therapy for me (my wrist) I have been playing Bridge and working at staying cool. 

We have undertaken just a few projects in the unexpected time we have here. We have been talking about putting up a sight line stopper on the edge of our site that we look out on from our patio. The design has shifted from welded steel in the shape of the mountains above to every kind of wood barrier we have seen in catalogs and on other sites in the park. We settled on this simple formation of wood slats, less for privacy than to just stop the eye. 

View from our patio
Closeup with Neighbor’s rig and our shed
From the street approaching our site

We had the coach washed and detailed:

Giving it a good rub down

Two more projects are in motion. We will be replacing the minimal amount of carpeting, which is badly worn, over the next week and Carol has just received a shipment of 3 new photos from Bay Photo that she had printed on metal which we plan to hang on the shed when we return we return from our Spain and Portugal trip in November.

Lest you get the idea we are sitting around, we have visited the LA family, driven to the top of Palomar and toured the 200″ Hale Telescope Dome – the 200″ mirror blank was cast at Corning where we have seen the blank that cracked during manufacture. We have entertained friends here on the coach for Happy Hour and for dinner. Whew, I would say we are looking forward to relaxing in Rochester,  but I doubt that will happen 🙂 We had best rest on the plane flight to prepare for activity we already know about there.

One thought on “Hot Summer Days”

  1. We indeed have been very busy, with too many activities to burden the reader with full disclosure. Then again, full disclosure would be wonderful in the political realm, but we would all then be burdened with continually rolling our eyes in bewilderment.
    SMIRK

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