The temperature in Vegas today was + 14 C. so they may not have used the pool.
I am not sure I could sleep in this garish bedroom. The landlords will probably think it is a hoot. It looks like a bordello to me, but then prostitution is not a crime in Nevada.
The rides could be fun.
Now about that Church convention in Vegas called Living Stones....
It is a Living Stones Convention for any of you who may know about this study group. Some of the groups are coming from Iowa and Northern Manitoba Indian Reserves and Washington State, northern California etc. in colder parts of North America,
So we are looking after the B/B business and house for a few weeks. We get half of the take for changing the beds, mopping and dusting and cleaning the bathroom. This is a fall picture.
Yesterday morning Old Man made home-made multi-grain bread toast they left for us to use, with farm fresh eggs delivered every Wednesday.
We love those tasty eggs and get some for ourselves too each week. He poached the eggs. They really taste so much better than store-bought eggs. I also put out the landlady's home-made granola and jams and a good commercial yogurt. We also devoured some fresh pineapple and banana etc. fruit in a dish with yogurt. They have their own blend of coffee brewed for the business part of the B/B. Let me know if you will be passing by here and I will give you more details on the delights of this area. Of course at this time of the year the last guests, who stayed a few days, were gone all day to go into the hills to cross-country ski.
I caught a 48 hour stomach upset that did a better intestinal cleanse than any health food store dosing package could try to match. It had been going around, so I guess I am not invincible. At least the aches are over now even if the intestines are still rumbling. The rumbling keeps moving further south, so I am assuming that this is a good sign. I should be more like myself tomorrow. However having to slow down has allowed me to finish a book that I was given for Christmas and was having trouble finding the time for finishing the last pages. What a remarkable young woman. She makes me feel insignificant. I actually went back and read from the picture inserts, over again. I am not sure I understand this culture but she is their Super-Woman Defender.
So I thank you, wee sweet, lovely Malala, for being you. I admire you for telling your truth.