This Really is an Oasis

You may not think that yesterday's freeway rest stop qualifies as an oasis, but this is a different story.  Although it may not look like it, this is actually a postcard; it folds over and there's a space for the address and stamp on the back. No room to write anything though.

Not only do you get stylish furniture, you also get free ice cubes and shuffleboard. And the lobby is decorated with Oasis themed murals. Let's go!

Not an Oasis

When you think of an oasis, you may envision palm trees and lush tropical growth, shade, and warm breezes. You may even imagine exotic women with long eyelashes fanning you with palm fronds as you sip on a drink with a little umbrella in it, but that's none of my business. Whatever the case, an oasis is a respite from the harsh surroundings. The official definition is a fertile area in a desert region where the water table approaches the surface.

So, does this qualify? (I do see some water approaching the surface in the ditch.)

When I dream of an oasis, it does not look like this. In fact, freeways do not enter into my dreams ever, unless they are nightmares. Some day, when you are truly my captive audience, I will tell you all about my driving and freeway nightmares. In the meantime, if you consider this an oasis, I would love to know why.

Best Birthday Wishes

Best birthday wishes to the architect who steals my covers and occasionally leaves anonymous comments on this blog. May you have a bright and wonderful day, all the covers you need, and a year full of fun and adventure.

Here are the backs of the cards in the same order.