Have you missed me? We’re in Ontario and will be until Thanksgiving day. We were going to stay until the Saturday after but the huge RV park we’re in now will be full. Our plan is to head north and see the Ronald Regan Museum and then maybe see some other parts of northern California. Everything for the remainder of the trip will be on a whim.
We’ve been enjoying our time with Gus and our eating is still out of control. I decided this morning that I have six weeks until my (big) birthday and I want to lose ten pounds before then. Maybe seven. I’d be happy with seven. Even five would be better than nothing. I have looked at recent pictures of myself and I was amazed to discover how chubby my face is. That’s not a good look for me. Maybe three pounds will help that part. I’ve heard that if you know the right technique, you can contour your face with makeup. I’m leary of that because I have seen women who are wearing all of this perfectly done makeup and I wonder what they look like before they put it on and after they take it off. I don’t like to look that much different.
The dogs are learning a lot on this trip. They sit, poop and pee on command. It’s just that they want to do it at 4 o’clock in the morning. At least the weather has been gorgeous. I think Nellie and Rylie will be writing a blog rating the different dog parks they have frequented. There is definitely a difference. They are full of pros and cons, but I’ll let them tell you all about it.
Tomorrow, Gus, Kip and I are going to join Gus’ group of friends who gather for a “meeting” every Wednesday morning at the Ontario Bakery. The bakery makes the best bear claws I have ever put in my mouth. I know I said that about two other places, but I forgot about the Ontario Bakery bear claws. There are really none better. Tomorrow night, we’re going to the Legion for steak night. The steaks, baked potato, salad and dessert are consistently outstanding. Everyone else usually only consumes half and then take the rest home, but I can never manage to do that. I eat it all! Who cares about a fat face, anyway.
We’ve been busy every waking minute, but I can’t tell you what we’ve been doing. It’s not a secret. I just don’t know how our days get so full.