| I fall asleep and wake up in the
middle of a desert with sand dunes everywhere. Sir Knight has chosen
Monahans Sandhills State Park in Texas. I expect a camel to come
over a hill any minute. Better yet I wouldn't be a bit surprised to
see Lawrence of Arabia race by.
Paul enjoys the sand dunes. He is
like an eight year old running to the top to see what is on the
other side and he sees great wonder. That is what is so beautiful
about Paul. I dislike the sand immensely.
I walk on top of a dune with Paul
to be a good scout although I look like an actress trying to be
incognito. I have a bandanna tied around my head, sunglasses on and
a Kleenex over my nose.
This does not work and after
our little outing Paul has to take me to the Doctor. I am
developing my own art work of a full blown case of bronchitis. Sand
dunes are not good for wimps. Meanwhile
Paul has developed a toothache and calls Joel,
his dentist to see what to do. Joel tells him to get the tooth
pulled or put a garlic glove on it to stop the pain. I guess Paul
ate too much sand. After the Doctor visit and prescription filling
we depart the Texas area and head to New Mexico. |
