(photo:leaving Santa Barbara)
If there is one thing I really love it's traveling. After all, it's the only thing money can buy that makes you richer (or so they say). Though I only made it to Arizona, it feels like a bigger deal. Being someone who is always trying to jet-set and in constant fantasy land dreaming up my next gypsy vaca. it pains me that I haven't left central California since my diagnosis.
(photo: results of me and my mom's target practice)
My mom is on this "self defense" kick so I agreed to go with her to Scottsdale Gun Club (twist my arm). Today she shot a 1911 22mm as per my request. It's quite a bit larger than her preferred 9mm pink pocket size revolver. She still beat me in target shots.
(photo: mr. bee pollinating the orange blossoms in my moms backyard)
Orange blossoms, there is no elixir on Earth quite like it. To my knowledge there aren't any orange trees in Santa Barbara. I didn't realize how much I had missed their sweet smell until I was reminded while laying out in my moms back yard. Not to mention watching all the bees slurp their nectar and cover themselves in pollen makes me really happy too.