And later that night, as I told you in an earlier post, the moon was orange.
Most of our sight-seeing plans were curtailed because visibility was so poor. That was just as well. Mr. Celia played a lot of golf, but Pamela, Mr. Pamela, and I were content to just sit and relax. We have all been really fried, due to work pressures, and a long weekend where the emphasis was on unwinding was just what we needed.
On Saturday afternoon, Mr. Celia took us golfing.
Mr. Celia takes a blurry golf photo.
But that's ok, because I am a blurry golfer.
Sunday, we shopped until we almost dropped, and later had dinner at the Cliff House on the patio. There's a sign that says "Do Not Feed the Animals," which we thought might be a joke because we didn't see any animals.
It wasn't a joke.
This little ringtailed cat came down the rocks, looking for something. It didn't get anything but interest from us and the other patrons of the restaurant. I'd never seen one before. Cute critter.
It was a lovely, relaxing weekend. I'd never really considered Palm Springs as a vacation spot. It just seemed so old-guard and...excuse me, the desert? I mean, where's the ocean? But altogether, it was great, what we saw of the desert was beautiful, and Mr. Celia is happy that I'd consider going again, as it is a famous golf mecca (there are literally dozens of courses).
And I tell you, I didn't feel one bit bad just sitting and knitting. Not one bit.