The New Route

I walk virtually every day.

My Starbucks employees do some really nice things for me. There was a short line in front of me at Starbucks, the first stop along the way.  The lady first in line  had a penciled  list and a handful of dollar bills. The second lady in front of me was figuring out whether or not to get a bagel with her morning coffee.

My barista, saw me in line and handed me my dopio machaiato in a here cup  as I waited to pay and the ladies were trying to figure out whether this person or that needed foam on top or whipped cream.

Such service.  I do appreciate it.

My new route came about when Linzi visited me in the hospital last Spring. Somehow I hadn't put together that the road that Starbucks is on, Peterson, could lead up and connect to the road in front of the big hospital. I now often use this route as an alternative. It seems to be quieter than my route down Paulson to Donna and all the way back on Donna. I would miss my Himalayan cat monitors on White Wolf by going this way.

I have enjoyed seeing the cottontail bunnies as they skirt around the bushes on this hospital route.  Their little white tails are distinctive as the run ahead. I talked to a worker who was taking her "smoking" break away from the hospital along the trail. She said that it is really cool to see all the bunnies come from the bushes and gather on the helicopter pad after a rain to nibble on the fresh green grasses that grow.

I will be looking forward to seeing that as we are approaching the fall season. We might get some rain in September. It looked like we might get some last night. The clouds came over from the mountains and it looked like the monsoon weather pattern was about to form. We felt the heat and the humidity.. but no rain.

It was similar to the feeling we had with out tent trailer in Las Vegas. The storm came in. The lightning struck all around the mountains of Las Vegas but no rain fell. We felt the sticky air. It was hot as the devil but no rain to cool it off. It was not a good night to be camping in the desert.



The next day we had a flat tire on the Flamingo blvd, freeway on ramp. I thought that we were never going to get out of there. The tire had lost their specialized bolt/nut combination and I had to go parts hunting in 120 weather before we could get the tire fixed. It made Sue proclaim that LV was the hell hole of the Western World!