All in all, the past five or six days were pretty much the best days that I can remember in a long time. I don't have the best memory lately, so take my statement for what it's worth. Still, if you can save your money like we did over a course of maybe three or four years, to go to Sedona, Arizona, then do it.
My other complaint is on behalf of my husband (HWWV) who decided to take a nature walk with Bob-Walks-With-A-Stick. He, my husband, just had to bail. Bob-Walks-With-A-Stick talked a little too much (in a very quiet voice) about each plant on the way to the caves that HWWV really wanted to see. And then when they got within 20 feet of the caves that the Navajos used to live in he tried to take a picture. Bob-Walks-With-A-Stick said no pics, and then HWWV asked if the group could walk up there to see inside. Bob-Walks-With-A-Stick said it would take him an hour to get there so "no, you may not go up there." (BTW: Bob-Walks-With-A-Stick didn't appear to need the stick so from here on end we will refer to him as "Bob-Walks-With-A-Schtick.")
Joking aside, we had a great time. I was a wise woman and stayed by the pool while Bob-Walks-With-A-Schtick whispered about plants and all that. Listen, folks, I don't go to a resort like this to exercise or philosophise. Rather than detoxing, I prefer to re-tox.
Oh, and Bob-Walks-With-A-Schtick claimed that the canyons heal. My eczema did clear up while I was there. It's true. It did. But I doubt the canyons had anything to do with it. My best guess is that the lovely people who brought me fresh orange juice in the a.m. and fresh ice in the p.m. had more to do with it.
Speaking of resort stuff. Oy. While I was in one of the pools I noticed that people were reading old-skool books. You know, the ones with those hard covers. All stealth-like I crept/swam up to a spot where I could read the covers and wow. On Wednesday there wasn't even one Maeve Binchy title. Not-a-one. Among the must-reads for this place were:
- Emotional Intelligence (wasn't this a hit 20 years ago?)
- Stumbling on Happiness
- Clinical Anesthesia (zzzzzz....)
- and a newsletter called "Journal Watch."
On Thursday, I swam around and took another gander at the book titles around the pool. This day was better. We had two Nora Roberts titles and another one that I couldn't quite make out. It had something to do with the Power of Now. The guy who was reading it gets a pass, though. He was wearing a Speedo.
I did about 56 rounds of knitting. I sat on one of my double-points so I didn't do much beyond that little bit. That's fine, however. Sometimes a girl just needs to lay there.