singing along with Blue Swede to "hooked on a feeling"

01/17/2017

singing along with Blue Swede to "hooked on a feeling"

Today I am unpacking, making coffee, doing laundry, going to the library, working on my quilt, and downloading photos. Recalling, the last 4 glorious days of Winter Art Retreat #5.

While I was waiting for Sister to get out of school on Thursday I hung out at her house and looked through her stuff. I copied a picture on the back of a journal and then drew the lamp in her living room. In between petting cats of course.

On the way out of town on Friday morning we made a slight detour to Cafe Tropical on Sunset. No trip to LA is complete without a stop for cafe con leche and a slice of cheese and guava pie. It is always the same. Completely delicious. A taste that can not be obtained any place else on the planet.

Then it was time to hit the road.

We drove over mountains and through valleys all the way to Joshua Tree.

This was headquarters for Art Retreat #5. Nestled in the side of a mountain. Surrounded by desert. Security provided by a large dog that patrolled at regular intervals. Leaving tracks that could have been mistaken for a bear. Or a coyote. Or a mountain lion.

There was a large table with a spectacular view of the mountains. A great spot for communal art making, bruschetta eating, singing along with Blue Swede to "hooked on a feeling", discussing the latest Sasquatch alert, and the anarchist political views of Edward Abbey. All the normal stuff you do at an art retreat.

There was also a great hot tub with views of the starry, starry, skies and an outside fire spot for sitting and telling ghost stories (despite protestations by Pam). Like the one about Frank and his brother Joe who got stranded on the side of a country road, and got separated, and ran into a nest of baby squirrels, and were picked up by a giant owl, and ultimately escaped.

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