Stepping Across the Wet Wall

Somehow I must have been transported to another State.  Maybe Forida!  It rained all night long ... BIG drops that pounded the roof and kept me up most of the night.  Am I not in Yuma Arizona?  Desert?  Land of sun and 70 degrees all winter long?

Someone turned on the rain switch and it didn't stop until yesterday afternoon.  My first thought was to put off the Algodones trip for one more day.  If shuffleboard was cancelled, we should just stay inside with a warm cup of cocoa.  Cooper is even sitting in my lap as I type because it's COLD!!

Instead, I donned my ski parka and spent an hour looking for my umbrella before Cindy and I took off for Mexico.  Did I mention I forgot my phone?  Probably a good thing or I would have had big time charges.  Unfortunately, Cindy didn't bring hers either.  Stuck in Mexico with no communications and no camera.  This picture is from the internet.

It rained the entire time it took us to walk from the Jeep right on past the Purple Pharmacy.  I just followed, tippy toeing across wet tile the entire way.  No jewelry, thank you.  Nope, no dentist.  Shrimp?  I did think about that for a second or two.

We were headed to a pharmacy Ray had found with slightly cheaper prices.  There was no waiting.  I got MY meds before asking about something I got from the Vet for Cooper.  Unfortunately, they only had it in super sized doses.  I could cut them up, but then I would be unsure of the amount he was getting.  I passed.  

The interesting thing is my two bottles of atenolol (taken for migraines) and two bottles of Benadryl, plus a Z-Pak for when I get sick next December, cost $15.00.  Total in California ..... $120.  I looked on the label of one bottle and it had a price of $143.89.  It's no wonder so many flock to Mexico.

Still pouring rain, and packages in hand, we headed straight back to the border crossing.  My hands were full of purse and umbrella, so I wasn't in a hurry to get my passport out as I walked right by two officers.  I was instantly stopped.  Apparently you can't even get in line now without a passport.  I have no problem with that at all.

Fumbling around, I finally got the pocket unzipped and my blue book out.  They let me go.  Not only was there NOT a line but we walked right up to the counter.  In and out in less than 30 minutes.  It was just too wet and miserable to stay longer.

To make up for that however, Cindy and I went BACK to Grandma Jo's (I've been spelling it wrong) for another quick look.  One bolt of fabric in the sale bin called my name, along with this pattern book for less than half price.  SCORE!!

Back at the house and finally a little bit dry, we spent an hour going over quilt patterns, with me asking questions right and left.  I can't thank Cindy enough for taking the time to show me all kinds of new stuff.  My embroidery machine is going to be working overtime upon my return to California.

In the meantime, it's froggy foggy in Yuma.  Everything is soaking wet with no intention of drying out unless the sun comes out.  It must be on vacation.

This morning I'll be packing up for the next leg of my trip.  I'm off to Quartzsite to visit blogger friends, hoping I can find them.  They are parked out in the desert somewhere.  You know the directions ... turn in at "this" mile marker, go straight past the dump station, turn left at the grave marker (or is it the yellow ribbon ... or maybe it was red!!).  All the while hoping I don't get lost!!  Oh well ... that's just another adventure!!