Palm Springs, week two, night four.
I’m not complaining. It’s spectacular here. And there’s the weather, itself spectacular. Afternoon highs have been in the mid-70s under relentless sunshine.
Trouble is I’m ill suited for the bachelor life.
I’m living in a hotel with a fridge. Helaine sent me with vittles for the first two days. Beyond that, on my own.
You probably didn’t know me as a bachelor. That was nearly forty pounds ago! I didn’t keep my kitchen stocked. My skills haven’t improved with time.
I was no more than fifteen feet inside the store before I pulled out my phone and called Helaine.
I described what was on the shelves before me. “You’re in the wrong place,” she said before steering me to a refrigerated case of prepared foods.
My dinner was Fusilli with Vegetables and Basil Pesto. Five minutes under intense nuclear power and it was ready to eat. Actually, it was pretty good and reasonably healthy.
Hunger abated! Still, there’s one more night before I return to Irvine. I’ll have to do this again tomorrow.
I’m “bach-ing” it next week too. My home studio isn’t complete. There’s gear still to come. A Bachelor Geoff encore!
I am helpless and hopeless. In other words, a guy.