Life in a Sand Box

When you live in a giant sand box, what is there to do for fun?  We look to what we have.

An hour of up and down the hills of the dunes; we had a blast.

Of course since we live on the eastern side of this giant sand box we are up against a beach, so after a terrific run on the sands, we had lunch at the beach house.

The Ugly Black Bag

There are times when I get very frustrated wearing the black robe, known as an Abaya. Especially when it is very hot. I just want to take it off and get some air, but for the half of the year that the temperature is comfortable or even a bit chilly I don't really mind it.  Roberto, on the other hand, really hates it.  He calls it the ugly black bag.  He  wouldn't mind so much if they were different colors, but seeing me always in black he finds depressing.

My coat rack with Abayas. Let's see, which should I wear, the black, black or black.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, there was a Ladies Coffee Outing for our compound ladies. A compound bus would take those ladies who signed up to a coffee house for breakfast at 9:00. I signed up, but hardly anyone had and I was afraid it might be cancel so I talked a friend into signing up with me.  The morning came and I had totally spaced out the event.  After enjoying my morning coffee in PJs, I went upstairs to get dressed, but got distracted and started doing some organizing and cleaning the bathroom so I just pulled on an old house dress I sometimes wear around the house when cleaning, but never out.  At 8:50 the doorbell rang. I looked at my watch and suddenly remembered the coffee outing. Still in my house dress, I ran downstairs, opened the door a crack and said to my friend, "Go ahead to the bus and I'll be right there behind you." I then rushed to freshen up, pulled on an Abaya, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door to the bus. As I got on the bus and took a deep breath I thought, "Thank God for the Abaya."  It would not come off and no one would ever know or see that underneath I was not dressed to leave the house.

I certainly don't make a habit it. As a matter of fact, that is not something I had ever done before, but on this morning I knew that no one would ever know. As I sat down on the bus, my friend said, "If you hadn't made it I would have strangled you."  I smiled.

I know others who have done the same in PJs.