August 4, 2003

To blog or not to blog—that is the question when you are lodged in a car, chauffeured by your best friend, following a Penske truck up Interstate 10. We are less than two hours from my new and reluctant home. Today was easy because we slept and only had to drive 8 hours—and, as Bobbin just said, we are in our right mind—again. She is chuckling next to me. I am getting a tan on my right side now. I stuck my left foot out the window as I drove all morning. I even practiced dancing—while driving of course. I also listened to the same song for three hours—from Willcox to Phoenix—but it worked.

Oh help! She just saw a sign for Knott’s Berry Farm and gushed. She gushed the whole way. The mountains. The flowers. The blooming aqueducts. She is so cute. (She says that is not gushing but compared to the rest of the world, she is! I love my Bobbin. Anyway it is about 112 degrees out here in the scorching desert. You literally can blow dry your hair by sticking your head out the window.—“Of course, you might have that wind blown look,” said Bobbin. She is a laughing so hard that I cannot type anymore. I must go now. I need to find my right mind again. I think I have that wind blown look.

Love, Susan (Co-authored by Bobbin)