Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Bad Bad Doggy

I don't know what to do about my ill behaved doggy. 

He will chase anyone on a bicycle and not come back when called. 

It's scary for them and maddening for me. 

Bad boy!

I took him to a professional K9 trainer that guaranteed results in 5 days or your money refunded. 

At the end of 5 days I went to pick up my retrained pooch. 

The trainer handed me back my money and said "I'm sorry. Here's your money back. This dog is incorrigible.  I couldn't do a thing with him. He will still chase anyone on a bicycle."

"There might be only one very sad solution to this very bad behavior."

"What's that?" I asked nervously. 

The trainer took a long slow deep breath. 

He stared at the ground. 

I broke out in a sweat wondering what he would suggest. 

Finally he looked me in the eye. 

The trainer said "I am so sorry to tell you this."

I fought back the tears, scared for the future of my canine companion.

The trainer took another slow deep breath.

Finally he blurted it out. 

"You have to take away his bicycle!"

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Sunday, July 23, 2017

Have Bicycle Will Think

I went to pick up my package delivered to the office which is a  good ways away from my campsite. It was a big heavy box.

I started to struggle out the door with it.

"You going to be OK with that?"

"Yes, I will put it on my bicycle and ride home."

"That will never fit on your bicycle!"

Obviously they didn't know WHO they were dealing with.  Tee hee hee .

I may not have a car, but I have a brain.

Not only did I tie it down on the bike with Nite Ize gear ties, but I rode home with a doggy in the front basket too.

All that is missing is a WIDE LOAD sign.

Rear pannier baskets by Nantucket and front doggy quick connect basket by M-Wave.

On the way home we passed two people chatting on side of road. I heard one say as I went by, "She uses that bicycle like a little truck."

Friday, July 21, 2017

Black Eye Friday


Pirate on the loose. I have a black eye and my tooth fell out. The other pirate looks even worse. A scallywag cohort said I should put a warm tea bag on both and go back to bed.

Now that's a plan that appeals to me.

No hurricanes on the horizon so I should be safe to anchor a spell while I make tea and slap a bag on my injuries.

But first I have to deliver my loot to the Queen.

The box was heavy gold, way too big for my baskets. So I used two gear ties (one yellow, one black) to lash it down to the back rack with a loop around the seat.

I sent a picture to the Queen after scribbling across it "You're package is on it's way!"

If you don't know what gear ties are, then you aren't living right.

This is one of the handiest inventions I ever stumbled across. Actually an angel gave me some for Christmas and I've been hooked on them ever since.

Made by Nite ize, these gear ties are rubber coated durable wires that can be quickly molded (and remolded over and over) into any shape or twisted together, or twisted to make a quick tie without even bothering with a fancy knot.

They come in 3 inch on up to 64 inch. If you need one bigger than 64 inch, then just twist two together to make an even longer length. Short 3 inch ones are useful to neatly tie up bundles of wires or cables. If your wires and cables change, it's easy enough to untwist rearrange your cables then twist a gear tie back on it.

I have been using these for 1,001 uses around the ship, motorhome, bicycle, camping and now in my she-shed.

When I have difficult cargo that needs to be lashed down or tied up, I grab a gear tie. To keep my coffee pot from flying across the motorhome while driving, I use a gear tie to keep it safe. Ditto for the crock pot on the counter. A gear tie looped around the handle of the crock pot and through the galley rail that holds my spices, keeps the crock pot safe on the counter and not in the floor in a million pieces while driving.

You can also do sculpture with gear ties just for fun. I've cobbled so many projects together with gear ties, sometimes just to make a prototype first.  When I load my bicycle  on to the rear of the motorhome on my homemade bike rack, a gear tie is used to secure it. Now that I made a nifty ramp to make it easier to load and unload my bicycle, I drilled holes in it to lash it under the rack while driving. My little ramp is ready when I get there, just unlash, unload and ride off into the sunset.

Sometimes in a campground I put up a tall pole with a wifi antenna on top to pick up a signal. I use the gear ties to secure the pole to my rig or a tree or whatever there is around for me to lash it to. If the antenna is in the wrong place, it's just seconds to undo the gear ties, move the entire contraption and lash it to something again. I used to use gear ties to hold the antenna to the pole until I found a more permanent method.

Check out gear ties and get your life in order.  They come in assorted colors and sizes.

Oh and about that black eye and tooth. I don't know why the tooth fell out, I guess in sympathy for the eye.

My ear was blocked up, the one hit by lightening 20 years ago still gives me fits sometimes. I foolishly held my nose and blew real hard to try to clear my ear.

Bad career move!

About an hour later, the ear was still blocked up but my tooth fell out while eating rice. I swear I cooked the rice first. Went to bed a bit miffed about the cantankerous ear and upset about the tooth. I gave the ear one more good blow while holding my nose.

Woke up with a black saggy eye that feels just awful. I guess I blew a wee bit too hard.

Getting old ain't for sissies.

Life is goof. 

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Solar Eclipse Coming Soon

The solar eclipse is coming Monday, August 21, 2017.

All of North America will be treated to an eclipse of the sun. Lucky folks  within the path of totality can see one of nature’s most awe-inspiring sights - a total solar eclipse. This path, where the moon will completely cover the sun and the sun's tenuous atmosphere - the corona - can be seen, will stretch from Lincoln Beach, Oregon to Charleston, South Carolina.

Observers outside this path will still see a partial solar eclipse where the moon covers part of the sun's disk.

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This celestial event is a solar eclipse in which the moon passes between the sun and Earth and blocks all or part of the sun for up to about three hours, from beginning to end, as viewed from a given location.  For this eclipse, the longest period when the moon completely blocks the sun from any given location along the path will be about two minutes and 40 seconds.  The last time the contiguous U.S. saw a total eclipse was in 1979.

The solar eclipse will run from west to east.

You can see a partial eclipse, where the moon covers only a part of the sun, anywhere in North America. To see a total eclipse, where the moon fully covers the sun for a short few minutes, you must be in the path of totality, around 70 miles wide.

The first point of contact will be at Lincoln Beach, Oregon at 9:05 a.m. PDT. Totality begins there at 10:16 a.m. PDT.

Over the next hour and a half, it will cross through Oregon, Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, Nebraska, Iowa, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia, and North and South Carolina.  The total eclipse will end near Charleston, South Carolina at 2:48 p.m. EDT.

From there the lunar shadow leaves the United States at 4:09 EDT.  Its longest duration will be near Carbondale, Illinois, where the sun will be completely covered for two minutes and 40 seconds.

One of my favorite Federal campgrounds is Buck Hall on the South Carolina coast which will be in the totality path. The government has decided to close the campground August 20-21-22 but the day use park will open at 8am on the 21st.

Their statement:
Attention: We are sorry, but Buck Hall Campground will be closed August 20-22, 2017 for public safety in response to the Total Solar Eclipse occurring on August 21st. The Day Use Area will open at 8:00 a.m. EST the morning of the 21st to accommodate visitors to view the eclipse. We expect an increase in traffic and visitation during this time and encourage you to plan accordingly. 

Monday, July 17, 2017

Sticker Shock

Sticker shock.

I moved to a place where the electricity has to be in my name and I have to pay it. They wouldn't let me put it in Harley's name. Doggone it.

Normally I am pretty darn frugal with electricity so imagine my surprise when the bill came in at $4.19 per day.


Well, it's the Harley dog's fault.

He needs a refrigerator for his wet food. He only eats half per day and I can't leave the other half out on the counter, so in the fridge it goes.

Then he loves to bicycle ride and he needs cold water in his thermos for that.

When it's hot he wants the air conditioning turned on for his comfort, especially when sleeping on hot humid nights. Otherwise the place stinks up of doggy smell.

For bathing, he insists on very warm water or else he shakes and shivers and makes a huge mess. So the electric hot water has to be on for him.

Ditto for washing his dishes every day. There is the dry food dish, the wet food dish, the water dish, the begging cup and the canisters to store his dry food need washing in hot sudsy water between refills.

Then there is the washing machine for doing his harness vests, his winter coat and his winter sweaters. Luckily he quit wearing Tshirts in the summer. Also have to use the washing machine to wash his bed, his pillow, his blankies and stuffed toys that have too much aromatic doggy drool on them.

Next I  have to wash his bathing towel, his beach towel or river towel or lake towel. He has a favorite rug where he plays and that needs a good washing now and then. Underneath his food bowls is a memory foam rug so he can remember where to find the food that keeps moving around depending om if I am driving or parking.

His  computer needs electricity so he can post silly videos and pics of himself.

When asked if he wants to watch a movie during a thunderstorm he will race for the closest seat to the set, so I have to look at his silly ear sticking up blocking half the screen. I have other things to do besides watching movies, but during a thunderstorm, he needs the distraction to keep from having a nervous breakdown.

His popcorn is made on the propane stove, but still there is the electric hot water to wash his popcorn bowl.

At night he wants lights so he can see to clean his privates and his toes before beddy bye time.

I am beginning to think the dog is responsible for 90% of the electric bill.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

When Bad Produce Happens To Good People

Anonymous posted this comment:
Acetylene gas inside a rotten watermelon will cause an explosion when exposed to heat. Probably not putting in fridge helped the process along. 

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I googled  Acetylene gas and learned all about "When bad produce happens to good people".

It makes me feel guilty for wondering if I had been the product of a practical joke gone very wrong. I previously had company that knew about my watermelon, but I can't imagine them trying to ruin it. I did briefly speculate they may have spiked it with alcohol and it went wrong, very wrong,  but since they know I don't drink spirits, I can't imagine them spiking it.

Also another friend was camping with me for a few weeks who was using my fridge. When we shopped they would buy all their favorite things which took up 95% of the tiny fridge leaving me about 5% for my favorite things, like the watermelon. I bit my lip, and said nothing. I could share whatever their favorites were, food is food, as long as it's not laced with sugars and chemicals, I can pretty much cook and eat anything. Their food choices were pretty healthy so basically it was a win win situation, just that I so wanted to chill the watermelon I crave. Oh well.

If and when my bicycle is repaired, I can pedal to the store for a new one. Maybe. My bicycle wars are another story. I don't feel like driving the motorhome to shop. It's too dang hot and too much work lately. I have my hands full trying to fix a mess of broken bits. Life is goof! It's July and I have only driven my motorhome twice since December 1st.

Life keeps dishing out the dawn of a new error. 

Ok back to that exploding watermelon... here's what I learned today!

As soon as a fresh plant is removed from its host plant or reaches maturity, it begins to very slowly break down. Heat accelerates this process.

As it breaks down, a colorless gas called acetylene forms inside the water melon. The gas is volatile and quite unstable while in gas form (which is why when it's used in scientific experiments it's usually used in liquid form.)

The gas will try its best to escape the water melon but as it slowly increases due to the rotting in the water melon, the pressure will continue to increase.

When the skin of the watermelon is no longer strong enough to hold the gas inside, it will explode, often spraying all nearby surfaces with rotten water melon. Sometimes a trip home from the shop in a warm car is the final catalyst required to create an explosion.

Well, that explains that! I picked up the watermelon and KERBOOM!

Monday, July 10, 2017

The Color of Watermelon

It's not Halloween but spooky things are happening around here. 

Trick or Treat!


My little round seedless watermelon exploded. In my kitchen. Oh what an effing mess that made. I am still in shock. 

My new decor. Shades of watermelon. My new wardrobe. Watermelon hues.

I have no idea what lead up to this. I bought a little round watermelon with the intention of having it for lunch or breakfast once a day 4 days in a row. Just watermelon and nothing else. It's very filling. Oh so delicious. I love watermelon. (Almost as much as I love Vidalia onions!) Every summer I look forward to watermelon (and Vidalia's). Usually I have to buy the already sliced pieces because my motorhome fridge is so small, a regular full sized watermelon would never fit inside it. The problem with most motorhome fridges is the illusion. A long door but when opened the fridge is not deep at all. Matter of fact, a dozen eggs will only fit across the shelf not fore and aft. That is how my fridge lacks depth. 

Tiny home living. 

These newfangled personal sized watermelons appeared in the market. They were smaller than a bowling ball yet just as juicy and delicious. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! 

There wasn't room for my cute round watermelon in my tiny fridge just yet so I had it sitting in a Corelle bowl on the counter to keep it from rolling away to parts unknown.  But as other foods were consumed, I suddenly had room to chill my watermelon in the fridge. I gingerly picked it up briefly wondering why it had gone from rock hard to a slight give in the skin. Kerboom! There was bright red watermelon flying every where. On the stove top. Under the stove top. In the sink. Down the front of my shirt. In the floor. On the step stool. Running down the wall. Splattered on the window. A chunky mess landed on the upholstery for the dining booth. 

There was a scream. Was that me? The dog ran and hid under the table. I wanted to crawl under there with him. 

What happened? I stood there in shock and disbelief. I just wanted to rewind time, pretending this never ever happened. 

But what did just happen? 

I have no idea. It's one of life's mysteries. 

Trick or treat in July. 

The sad part? Not one spoonful of watermelon was salvageable for consuming. I never got a taste. 

What I got was hours of sticky messy oozy cleanup. 

Life is goof. 

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Gigantic watermelon beach towel. Who'd a thunk it? I surely needed this to mop up my watermelon mess!

Thursday, July 06, 2017

That's A Lot of Bull

 Trains, road work, cars and a bull. This is one busy intersection in Sumter County, Florida. 

The devout cowboy lost his Bible while he was mending fences out on the range. Three weeks later, a bull walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. 

The cowboy couldn't believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the bull's mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, "It's a miracle!" 

"Not really," said the bull. "Your name is written inside the cover." 

And that's no bull...

I heard if you talk to a cow, it goes in one ear and out the udder.

I have to go now. I am going to help a farmer count his herd with my cow-culator. 
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Wednesday, July 05, 2017

Happy 4th of July!

Thought I posted this yesterday.

Well, happy 5th of July!

I've been busy cuddling my pooch who needed some serious fur-baby time what with all the noise from fireworks. He is such an outgoing fearless dog until the fireworks start. Poor baby. Then he folds up his tail, looks very distressed and needs to be cuddled,held and comforted. That's when I call him my fur-baby because he wants to be held next to my heart. This seems to calm him back down, as he goes limp and relaxed as long as I hold him tightly with both arms while plastering him to my chest. If I let go the least little bit, he becomes frightened again.

Or maybe he just wanted to watch a happy movie.

I haven't had time to watch a movie in awhile and doggy loves movies.

With both hands and arms busy holding him,with sweet murmurs "It's OK baby, it's OK..." there isn't much else I can get done like typing, or cooking, or cleaning.

Kerbooms and bangs, a scared doggy and a happy movie.

Life is goof.

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Sunday, July 02, 2017

New Noisy Neighbors

It's the Moody Blues playing at raucous volume!

It's better to seen and not herd.

Whinnying, mooing, nickering, honking, heehawing, bleating, baying, bellowing, neighing, bawling, caterwauling, baaing, snorting and hooting.

harley dog

Turn the udder cheek and moo-ve on!

Then the welcome wagon rep showed up.

bull jokes, bullshit

"Howdy Neighbor!" he said "I may look dumb, but I been to cowlege where I studied Moosic, Phycowlogy and Cowculus. Now I'm a baker by trade. I make cow pies daily."

I have to go now. See that coffee colored cow?
She's about to give birth and be de-calf-enated. 
I have to calm her down.
If she jumps over the barbed wire fence, it will be udder destruction!

No bullshit.

A man staggers into the emergency room with a concussion, multiple bruises, and a golf club wrapped around his neck.  The doctor asked him "What happened to you?"

 "Well, it was like this" said the man.  "I was having a quiet round of golf with my wife, when at a difficult hole, we both sliced our balls into a pasture of cows.  We went to look for them. My wife has pink monogrammed golf balls and mine are white with my initials. While I was rooting around I noticed that one of the cows had something round and pink sticking out it's rear end.  I walked over lifting  up the tail, and sure enough, there was a pink golf ball  stuck smack dab in the middle of the cow's butt.  That's when I made my near fatal mistake."

"That cow attacked you?" asked the doctor.

"Um... no" replied the man.

"While lifting up the cow's tail, I pointed, and yelled to my wife on the other side of the pasture,  Honey!  This looks like yours!"

And that's no bull...

I woke up in a great mooo-d. 

Time to cow-nt my udder blessings.

Life at this Florida RV park in a rural setting is special indeed.

I guess I've milked this subject for all it's worth. I hope you found this a-moo-sing.

Y'all come back now! Ya hear?

Saturday, July 01, 2017

Harley Dog Commando Crawl

Harley gets a lot of attention from gentle readers who are kind enough to post a comment. Thank you! Here are some recent comments, also below is a short video of Harley I made yesterday.

Harley dog doing okay? You haven't mentioned him lately. on A Beautiful Life
on 6/24/17

What happened to Harley dog? on Hard Work
on 6/6/17

So glad Harley dog is going to be okay! No more sticks! on Emergency
on 6/7/17

Oh, my, I'm so glad this true story has a happy ending ! Our animals can stress us out completely. Don't laugh, but I pray for ours, immediately. God obviously loves animals too. 😊 on Emergency
Linda A.
on 6/8/17

Last time Harley Dawg went to the vet for the emergency in Okeechobee, it was embarrassing that he was dirty and stinky in an old ratty vest harness. Well the little fellow is a busy boy and he does wear his stuff out quickly. Just because he wore it out, doesn't mean I have it in the budget to replace it. Sheesh I look at old pictures and realize how many vests he has wore out beyond repair over the years.  He is not destructive, but he is one super busy dog. It's why he wears a vest, he tangles up in a harness and a collar isn't safe for active little dogs due to trachea trauma. So I try to find him little vests to wear.

Mostly I let him be a dog. If he wants to roll around in the dirt, I let him. He shakes and vibrates so much, all the dirt has fallen off before he goes back inside but this can be rough on his vest. Mostly he prefers pavement over dirt, but sometimes he can't resist the urge to roll around and get dirty. It's a dog's life. He has lived so much of it in a teeny motorhome, he deserves some dog time now and then to just be a mutt.

I realized Harley's shots are due. Here I am in a strange town again, this time Sumter County, Florida which is fairly rural with only quaint towns that if you blink while driving through them, you might miss them altogether. My friend offered to take me in his camper van to the vet clinic. I called ahead, it's a walk-in place, was told to come before 2:30pm. Well, we got there at about 1:00pm and the receptionist was so embarrassed. The vet had been twiddling his thumbs daydreaming about starting his vacation so they decided he would leave early and start his vacation since it's July 4th week.

What a shame! That morning I had bathed Harley, put on a clean harness vest (rough at the edges but at least it was clean!) and now Harley was wildly excited as he associates bathing with something special coming up like to chance to visit humans or dogs or both. He was already enjoying his ride in the van. He has a little water dish, food and treats in the van, so he thinks it's a big event.

Harley was spared his shots.

But while riding around the countryside looking for a junk yard my friend wanted to visit to find some RV parts, we stumbled into another vet office. Well, what the heck. Walk in and ask. Maybe they would work in a doggy for shots.

What luck! They did see us right away, gave Harley a brief exam which he did not like one bit. I warned them to consider a muzzle to make it go fast and smooth. Poor baby. I said soothing things to him while they muzzled him. He glared at us, mumbling growls. What? You gave me a  bath and a clean vest so you could do THIS to me?

When the vet (named Dr Toto!) was done, the assistant was in a hurry to remove the muzzle. I said "Wait! Let me get the leash on first!" I could see Harley was plenty agitated from his rectal temperature exam and the added insult of a nasty shot on such a frail little body. This growling is something new, he used to be kind to vets, but about two years ago, we went to an unkind vet, and well, Harley has had to be muzzled since then. Well, she didn't wait. She removed the muzzle and Harley spun around, nipped her on forearm then flew off the cold stainless steel exam table to run hide in the corner under the chairs where he growled and grumbled refusing to come out so I could leash him up.

I apologized for the nip, it didn't break the skin, but she was mad. I guess as a vet tech, it was her first time having a dog nip her. If she had let me put the leash on first, then I could have gently held him while she removed the muzzle. Also he wouldn't be cowering under the furniture now, growling up a storm with these huge angry eyes. I can't risk getting bit either or any kind of skin break. My immune system is seriously compromised and that's just how life is for me. But I can't give up pet ownership either, I love my little fur baby.

The vet tech left and upon seeing the door open, Harley got up to race for freedom, but I snagged him, popped on the leash, then scooped him up for some loving.

Here is the promised video of Harley doing his hilarious commando crawl. He had just been bathed and put out in the sunshine to dry. Since he now has a portable dog pen, he wasn't tethered or vested.

Thank you for stopping by and thank you to the angels on heaven and earth who look out after us.

Bless you and happy July 4th week!

Friday, June 30, 2017

Homesick Blues

I lived and worked in, on and around this Caribbean harbor for many decades. 

Recently I stumbled across this picture I took in March of 2008.  

If anyone had told me that 8 years later, I would be living in a tiny old motorhome in America, I would have burst out laughing and replied in island lingo "You be crazy mon!"

Last time I posted was Monday and now it's Friday night. It's been a chaotic week of uncertainties, but hey, that's what my life is made of; adventitiousness.

It's all good.
I am living the dream! (Or is this a nightmare?)

Angels on earth and angels above are looking out for this fool.

Thank you. THANK YOU,  thank you!

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Monday, June 26, 2017


Lately it's been one little disaster after the next. I could talk about it here and get us all depressed, but I'd rather just laugh about it.

Another great mis-adventure! Um make that plural...

Now onto lucky news.

Look what I found at the dump!

Two cast aluminum chairs that with a bit of silicone resumed rocking, rotating and swiveling.

The cushions at the dump were way past ugly, I felt sorry for whoever lived with those hideous cushions. I left those at the dumpster. Yuck. Yuck Yuck. I hope I didn't catch cooties handling them!

Sure, the chairs could use some cleaning and painting. More to do, on another day. Well I did clean them up, but no paint yet.

sunbrella cast aluminum chairs

sunbrella cast aluminum chairs
 What made these chairs a super lucky find is that a friend of mine has been threatening to give me a stack of thick cushions in case I could use them. They got the cushions for free when helping somebody move that didn't want them anymore.

It's well known I am a pillow-o-holic, but honestly, my wheel estate can not handle one more pillow or cushion. I think I have um, about 19 pillows living in my rig. Of course some are in the guest loft where the spare bunk holds occasional company. Then Harley dog has a few pillows, I sit on a special one to drive, then my bunk is full of  assorted pillows depending on if I am sitting up on laying down.

I like my padded cell. Keeps me from injuring myself. Tee hee hee.

What would-I-could-I do with big thick Sunbrella cushions? I had no idea until I found these chairs. I also didn't realize the cushions were hinged in the middle (sewn together) until I finally saw them.

Funny stuff.

I had never seen the cushions my friend had either. So when they brought the cushions over, we were both astonished. They fit beautifully and these chairs needed big thick cushions. Flimsy thin ones just wouldn't work.

Sunbrella is pricey fabric but the absolute BEST when it comes to outdoor use. All the boaters use Sunbrella, well 99% do if they know what's good for them. Sunbrella can last over 20 years. It was invented in Anderson, SC about 40 miles from where I grew up. No one has been able to duplicate their process.

So now I have more cushions and chairs to hold them. Whee!

Serendipitously the free Sunbrella cushions fit the dumpster chairs. How does that work? Angels everywhere looking out for this fool.

sunbrella cast aluminum chairs

Now what's an RV-er going to do with these big comfy free patio chairs?

Well, I am probably going to park long term for awhile. Sure I might sneak off on a trip here and yonder, but my body needs a break. I am having trouble keeping up with day to day life. So maybe it's time to make a subtle change.

Rent a patio! Park the chairs.

Sounds like a plan...

Know what's so cool?

sunbrella cast aluminum chairs

These near identical cast aluminum chairs sell for $799 at Amazon.  (And their fabric isn't even Sunbrella.) That would have added to the cost.

In the Caribbean where I lived many many moons, we would say "Dat be some good dumpster diving, mon!"

Friday, June 23, 2017

A Beautiful Life

The past 2 months I have so enjoyed these morning glories. According to Amazon which sells the seeds,  these are Moonflower  "Night Bloomers" (Ipomoea alba). 

Each night I would go outside to check on the flowers. It was amazing how brilliant they shined in the dark.

Janet posted a comment on Call Me Crazy (an earlier blog posting)
Ah, morning glories! They are one of my first flower memories. We lived in a duplex next to a first grade teacher who planted heavenly blue morning glories. She trained them up twine at the edge of the porch. I thought they were the most beautiful flower in the world. She also planted petunias which bloomed in the hot Louisiana summers. I also remember the fragrant encounter of my first gardenia and admiring a lantana flower I found by the roadside. It is crazy for someone to thoughtlessly chop down a beautiful flower in bloom. I am glad they listened to you. on Call Me Crazy

Beautiful 5-6-inch blossoms are closed all day until sunset when the flowers open
Frequently visited by night pollinators
Annual in the North, perennial in milder areas
Moonflower is one of the most romantic plants you can grow in the garden. It's a statuesque, ideal evening-garden plant bearing large trumpet-shape flowers that unfurl in the evening (or on overcast days) and stay open until the sun rises. Some are sweetly fragrant when open. This beautiful plant is also very heat- and drought-resistant
Arizona Department of Agriculture prohibits sale of Morning Glories into Arizona 

 Canal sunsets at Zachary Taylor in Okeechobee, Florida

Thanks for stopping by today!

It's another gorgeous day on planet earth.

Smile! Rejoice!

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Wednesday in Florida

 I spent 2 glorious months camping by the canal at Zachary Taylor RV Park in Okeechobee, Florida.

The picture above is looking south and the one below is looking north.

I was able to afford this fabulous view because in the summer, rates are half price. However, their delightful campground seriously lacks shade. I had planned to take a more economical "inland" site, but none came with any shade at all.

Being a tree hugger, I need plants, trees and shade whenever possible.

The day I snapped these pictures, the canal is like a mirror because the locks to Lake Okeechobee were closed due to low water levels in the Lake. While many boaters do traverse the canals without going to the lake, on this day as you can see, the water was just beautifully flat calm.

However, the storms came, and came and came drenching us day after day after day, mostly in the afternoons, evenings and nights. Now the locks are open again.

It was fabulous fun!

Now I am busy repairing a looooooooooong list of boo-boos. More on that later.

It's another gorgeous day on planet earth and I am here to witness the miracle of life.

Thank you to all my fans, readers and earthly angels. You rock my world.

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Life as a Cartoon

I am going to have internet at my camp soon.

Drove my little old RV to a new park in Florida, well it's an old park, but it's new to me. Of course *sigh* several things broke *sigh*  along the way *sigh*.

I wish I were a cartoonist. I would draw my wheel estate bouncing down the road with parts flying off in different directions.

Life is an adventure. One just never knows what to expect.

Today, I woke up alive so that's a really good start towards giggling and dealing with the latest chaos.

First I have so many earthly angels to thank, including YOU!


Monday, June 19, 2017

Monday Madness

I wrote this last Friday to post today on Monday because I expect Tuesday to be the earliest for me to have internet access.


Me too!

A tree branch came crashing down and  tore a new hole in my awning last week. The sound it made frightened the dog and I, we thought aliens had landed on our roof. I need to tape it up, but it's hard to reach. I need one of my arms to grow a few feet in a hurry and the other one to extend 10 feet around the awning so I can press on one side while sticking tape on the other.

The fridge repairman never came back to complete his repairs. Very frustrating. He and his partner just seem to enjoy making up fairy tales. How do you run a business that way?

An angel is loaning me their electric cooler soon, so I am excited and humbled by their generosity. I had the same unit on my sailboat years ago when I lived aboard it in far flung ports while working. Matter of fact by the time you get to read this I may already have it up and running. Something will be cold around here! I shall make them lunch or dinner or both.

I eat at home 99.9% of the time, so having a fridge is indeed fun.

OK let me go see if I can post this for Monday on Friday.

Thank you for stopping by!

Life is goof. 

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Sunday!

To all the Fathers, happy Father's day!

Saturday, June 17, 2017


Today is $5 day at Dollar General, get $5 off $25 purchase with a coupon from their website (or last week's cash register receipt will have the coupon printed on it.)

I am probably on the road today moving to the boonies. I hope to stop by a Dollar General to get $25 of food and only pay $20. I like that kind of bargain.

Friday I wrote this up in advance for Saturday posting. If you're reading this and it's Saturday, then I did it right.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Alive and Moving

Weather has been super stormy the past few days. Internet is knocked out often or so slow the pages refuse to load.

My email provider decided to change their programs and I'm having a devil of a time with that chaos. The cell phone is taking voice mail messages. Occasionally I am able to make outgoing calls or receive incoming calls.

It's time for me to move, so everything is getting packed away wet. I live mostly outdoors because my motorhome is tiny. It's a big soggy mess but life is like that living on the edge.

Ut oh, let me try to post this. The winds just picked up again. We had over 600 lightning strikes with this storm so far today. I wasn't counting, someone else did.

Could be a few days before I get internet back. I am moving soon to a rural area that may not have it. I forgot to check.

THANK YOU for stopping by today.

I am the luckiest person in the whole wide world! I woke up alive, I have food, I have a roof over my head and I have wonderful angels looking out for this fool. Some are heavenly, some are earthly. You touch my soul, you rock my spirit. Bless you one and all.

It's been a wonderful life. Today is a beautiful exsquisite gift.

Later folks!

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Quick Quack

Ducks woke me up at the quack of dawn.

Later one duck was running in circles for hours.

Perhaps he had quacked up.

These ducks are recovering addicts.

They used to be quackheads.

"Quick quick!  Quick, quick!  Quick, quick!"

Aw, the poor wittle ducky has the hiccups.

An anonymous reader sent me a little yellow duck.

He was so cute.

I put him in the shower with me.

I seriously needed to wash and condition my hair.

I closed my eyes to get my hair good and wet.

Reaching out blindly for the shampoo bottle, I couldn't find it.

I opened my eyes.

The shampoo was gone.

Matter of fact, so was the conditioner, soap, wash cloth, bath towel, shower curtain, floor mat and my new duck.

That's when I realized my anonymous benefactor had sent me a robber duck!

What the duck was that all about?

Speaking of being careful while bathing...

This hot duck is made for safety. 

If the bath water is too hot for baby or pet or you, the word "HOT" will appear in white letters. When the water has cooled, the "HOT" will disappear.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

House Cars

Tin Can Tourists

I used to think the name meant Airstream travel trailers. Growing up around upstate South Carolina we used to visit the mountains in the upstate to cool off in the summers. There was an RV park built on semi-flat former farm land next to an icy cold mountain river that allowed only Airstream trailers to camp there.

From a vista over 1000 feet above the park, we could see the Airstreams all lined up in their camp with the sunshine brightly bouncing off their rounded aluminum exteriors. My father would say "It looks like a row of tin cans!"

Over the years, hearing about Tin Can Tourists I assumed (wrongly) that it was an Airstream only club. See where assumptions get me into trouble? Tsk tsk tsk...

Recently I read about the history of the Tin Can Tourists, the nation's first camping club which organized in 1919 in Florida.

Reality; The group was known for the soldered tin can on their radiator caps.

Well, who'd a thunk it?

I never would have guessed that!

Anyone was (and is) able to join the club.

These creative campers shown in the pics below were referred to as "House Cars".

 Amazingly many of the features on these House Cars can be found in modern campers, caravans, motorhomes and other assorted recreation and residential vehicles.

The storage compartments on this rig look so similar to those on my current wheel estate.

More pictures and information  about the Tin Can Tourists can be found here.

Sometimes I wish I could blast myself back in time to a simpler era where upgrades and updates meant soldering a tin can on your radiator cap.

Well I'd love to hang around here all day, but I have to get my own House Car in order.
Thank you to all the amazing angels who make my life brighter.
I woke up alive and life is goof.
Thank you to my gentle readers for cruising by today.
Be safe.
Be well.
Smile and laugh (it's free, it's simple, it's fun and it feels terrific.)

Friday, June 09, 2017

Call Me Crazy

Every morning I go outside to gaze at this huge bush on this tiny RV lot. Beautiful morning glories began blooming a few weeks ago. They are virginal white with exquisite features.

They give me hope.

Their beauty is mesmerizing.

Humbled to be in their delicate presence I thank mother nature for her bountiful surprises.

Isn't it marvelous to wake up alive? 

At night when I sit outside, the brilliant white flowers seemingly glow in the dark of night.

Yesterday  morning, the guys doing maintenance in the RV park suddenly appeared on my lot with a small chain saw and a big machete to chop down all the beautiful flowering morning glories.

"These have to go" the machete guy said. The other guy fired up his chain saw.

I begged them  "Please, please, please, please, please  don't chop down the morning glories. I love them so much!"

The machete guy stared at me, then motioned to the chain saw guy who turned off his noisy equipment. I repeated myself. "Please, please, please, please, please don't chop down the morning glories. I love them so much!"

"We're supposed to chop them down, but, um hmm..." he shrugged his shoulders "I guess, well, I guess we can leave them a while longer."

As they walked away I heard the chain saw guy say "That lady must be crazy."

Life is goof.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017



My little monkey otherwise known as Harley dog required a trip to an emergency vet.

After hours.

Why can't he do these ridiculous things during normal vet hours?

I've tried to teach him how to tell time with a canine clock.

Harley insists he only knows two times. Now and forever. When he wants to play or eat or sleep or pee or poop it's NOW time. When I leave him alone it's FOREVER time. When I come back, it's NOW time.

I have a big folder I keep in a pocket by my steering wheel in the motorhome labeled "Harley Vet Records". He has seen vets in multiple places because we travel so much. His favorite vet is in Travelers Rest, South Carolina at All About Pets.

The last time we were in that area, I planned to take him there. However, life took some really strange turns. I was picking up ashes of someone near and dear so I could deliver them to the various places they wanted to go on their final trip. That was a tearful soulful journey in itself  but the transmission in the RV blew, I shattered my wrist requiring multiple resets and then emergency surgery. Next the newish overhead AC went out during a 100 degree heat wave.

At one point during that chaotic time, Harley found himself camping all alone inside my RV with the generator running while parked illegally near the hospital. Fortuitously the AC didn't fail or I would have found a shriveled up hot dog instead of a pet. The next day, while parked at a cramped RV park the AC broke.
In a weird turn of blessed events, the AC was repaired under warranty but I still had to pay a pricey service call fee but hey, it was 100 degrees and I was in extreme pain. Why complain now? I made it out alive!

My friend had moved aboard to help take care of the utter chaos and somehow in all the madness, we just never got Harley to his favorite vet for a checkup.

Now Harley had done the unthinkable and needed emergency help in Okeechobee, Florida. Several phone calls later, we ended up at the Okeechobee Veterinary Hospital. Those folks were outstanding!

If truth be told my little monkey had help with his predicament. But it wasn't me. I know better. Back in 2010 I had to rush Harley to a vet in Orlando, because he appeared to be choking. I had tried everything to help him and he was just getting worse. I burst into a vet's office declaring "My puppy can't breath!"

They assured me he could breathe but he was heaving and choking on something. They rushed him off and came back with a little twig. It had jammed inside his mouth. I had looked all in his mouth and I couldn't find it. That was back in puppy days when he let me poke around his mouth. He wasn't even a year old and already getting into trouble.

These days, nobody is poking around his mouth not even me. Sheesh. He is so picky now.

So after that fateful trip in 2010 to the Orlando vet, and the huge bill for bursting into their office in the middle of the day declaring an emergency, I made a mental note "No more sticks or twigs to play with!"

At that time, I didn't even know he was playing with sticks and twigs. We were camping at a friend's house with a fenced in yard. Afterwards,  I bought the poor little thing toys. Heaven help me! He fell in love with toys, toys, toys. Whenever he would try to play with sticks or twigs I would scold him, snatch away the stick or twig and grab a toy. Here, play with that. Leave the sticks alone!

As a puppy he used to try to find my wooden clothes pins and take then apart for chewing. I would fuss at him and hide them. Even now, I keep the clothes pins in a big plastic jar with a tight fitting lid. I just wanted him to forget all about wood as a play thing. Especially small sticks and twigs.

Speed forward to now. Vroom!

I didn't realize my visiting friend was playing with a tiny stick, with my doggy. He was wiggling the little stick and Harley would grab it and run around with it. My friend was grabbing it back and then wiggling it some more and Harley would grab it then scamper around playing keep-away. I came outside again where these two were supposed to be behaving themselves when suddenly Harley began acting strangely. He would bend his head down to the ground until the top of his head was on the ground and he would tumble literally head over heels. Harley was making strange faces and looking kind of distressed.

While this was all quite amusing, my friend said "Um I think he may have a stick or a twig stuck in his mouth!"

"A twig? A stick? We don't play with sticks and twigs. Back in 2010 he got a stick stuck in his throat or teeth and I couldn't find it anywhere. He had to go to a vet and get it removed."

Now my friend was a wee bit upset, like oh my gosh, what have I done? Don't dogs and sticks go together? Can't you get it out?

We had a bit of joking. "I leave you two alone for three minutes... and you both get into trouble..."

Years back, same friend was visiting when my earring became hung up in Harley's dog sweater cause he was trying to kiss me.  I was playing keep away, moving my head from side to side giggling while Harley (standing in my lap) tried even harder to kiss me, when UT OH, an earring snagged his doggy sweater. In those days he was so cold all the time he wore sweaters when it was the least bit chilly. There we were, tangled up. My ear and his sweater. Same friend visiting who manged to untangle us without chopping my ear off said "Leave you 2 alone for 3 minutes and you get into trouble..."

I reached for Harley to try to open his mouth, but Harley stood up, bared his teeth growling and snappy. Then he repeated the head over heels rolling rightly in a ball. Honestly it was so cute. Oh man I so wanted to get a camera, it was a cool looking feat. I snatched him up to look in his mouth and he snapped and growled like an injured dog.

I have a muzzle for emergencies, but since this injury was in his mouth, what to muzzle?

My friend and I tried leather gloves to see if  maybe we could open his mouth while maintaining our 10 fingers.

Harley said "Oh no you don't!" and put on a seemingly vicious display that was a tad bit frightening.

Then he would chew funny, moving his mouth strangely, then roll over on top of his head again. His usual happy tail was folded up against his belly. We had picked up a skinny little phone book for the Lake Okeechobee area. I found that and thumbed through the yellow pages.

I tried to call a vet, it was almost 7pm and got a recording that didn't explain anything about who to call for an emergency. Some vets will tell you on their voice mail where the emergency vet is located or if someone is on call for evening emergencies.

I wasn't having any luck, but it dawned on me I had leftover mac and cheese in the fridge.

By now Harley was highly agitated and becoming more disagreeable by the second. He was snarling and snapping alternately stretching his jaw funny, rolling around, moaning and groaning. My poor baby!

I sweet talked him in a soothing voice while proffering mac and cheese. Amazingly he ate the little tidbits of mac and cheese without snapping my fingers off. I was hoping to dislodge the stick and he would spit it out on his own.

I even smeared some peanut butter on the mac and cheese and fed him more. He loved this food game eating quite a bit. At least now instead of a snarling fearful dog, I had a trusting calm one, but still I could tell he wasn't going to let me poke around his mouth.

Food and the act of me feeding him treats served to calm him down immensely. Meanwhile my friend had taken over making phone calls astonishingly finding a vet who was due to go home but would wait on our arrival to see Harley.

What luck! It was now going on 8pm.

We took off in their vehicle, got lost which set us back 10 minutes or more, but then we got on the right track and found the vet at the Okeechobee Veterinary Hospital.

By now Harley was overstuffed with food and napping in my lap peacefully. At the vet's place, I woke him to walk inside. He thought he was at someone's home to visit, so inside he was wagging his tail, smelling their dog foods for sale in the lobby thinking this is great fun!

When the staff came to check on him, he was  sitting next to me on a bench looking cool as a cucumber. They were flummoxed and said "I thought you said he was in severe distress."

I mumbled, "Well, he was but then I stuffed him full of mac and cheese with peanut butter to calm him down."

The assistant picked him up for a look-see in his mouth when Harley growled, snarled, bared his teeth and became nasty in a nanosecond.

They carted him off, came back and said "Yes, he has a stick stuck in his jaw. We are going to have to gas him some to get him to go under long enough for us to retrieve it."

"Um, I hate to bring this up, but he hates having his nails clipped, any chance you could clip them while he is gassed up?" Amazingly, the staff didn't think this imprudent.  Apparently a lot of canines hate having their nails messed with. I was embarrassed to ask.

We waited awhile and then they brought me my fur baby, wrapped in a blankie, crying and shaking, very woozy from his anesthetic. I held him tightly and said sweet things to him. He was still flying high as a kite but he managed to plant some some sloppy kisses on me. When my friend leaned over him to say he was sorry about the stick, Harley managed to lean out from my grasp and shakily proffer up a doggy kiss. This staff was oohing and awing. I have to admit, it was kind of cute.

They were terrific! The Doc got the stick out and told us we were correct to bring Harley in right away when we couldn't do it ourselves. It was jammed in there causing him a great deal of pain. Small wonder he was snarling mad about it. It could have caused a huge infection.

Phew so lucky. Angels looking out for us everywhere.

Recently the vet had treated a very sick horse only to find out he too had a stick jammed in his jaw that had been there long enough to do a bit of damage and create a massive infection. It had been there so long, the horse's tongue had rubbed part of the stick down to almost half it's diameter. Poor horsey!

My little monkey was off his game for the rest of the night, but by morning, he was feeling like his old mischievous self again.

Mega thanks to the wonderful staff at the Okeechobee Veterinary Hospital.

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Monday, June 05, 2017

Hard Work

Getting your ducks in a row is easier said than done.

Harley had an emergency trip to a vet at night. He is going to be fine, poor baby. More on that later.

My fridge has been on the fritz. Again. *Sigh*

Had it repaired and paid a princely sum for that but it still isn't working right. So what did they do?

Getting the repair comapny to call me back is turning out to be quite the exhausting chore. 

I will post more here later when I get my ducks in a row. Tee hee hee. 

Never a dull moment! Life is goof. 

I have to move again soon. I am still finalizing that change. Have to move? That sounds weird. Usually I am so excited to be going to a new camp. I am just aggravated with this refrigerator and the repair company. Tiny home living has its moments. 

The recent rains poured so hard I had to prop up my RV to get water off the roof so it wouldn't slide down inside through the roof antenna thingy. Torrential rains just dumped inches down in hours. This Okeechobee area is so starved for water that it's flooding one moment and dry the next. 

Alligators. My neighbors see the alligators I keep missing. I see all the water fowl they keep missing. I hear an alligator bellow now and then, I go looking for him/her. I keep my doggy far from the canal's edge. He is never left alone outside. 

Yesterday the monkey charged on his tether to warn someone to stay away from his lot when he broke free. Suddenly he was in the road, wagging his tail at the doggy and human he had charged at. Bad boy for charging and breaking the tether hardware. Good boy for being nice to the human and doggy he charged at. 

When it's all said I done, I just have to slap a smile on my goofy face and BE GRATEFUL. 

I woke up alive. In these trying times so many have helped me out when I am sure they have plenty of their own challenges to face. I am humbled. I am indebted. 

Thank you to all the WONDERFUL AWESOME ANGELS who touch my life. You make it brighter, easier, and awesome. I don't thank you enough. Shame on me. 


Speaking of being grateful...

The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing 
by Marie Kondo 

This young lady has turned organizing inside out and come up with methods that truly work. She is a celebrity in Japan and now her methods have gone worldwide.

So what's different about her methods? Well, you may have to read the book to find out but one major theory of hers is vastly different from the old style organization is sparking joy.

Touch each item with your hand. Does it spark joy? Are you in love with it? Does it bring happiness? If not then thank the item for its past service, toss it out for donation or garbage. Move along to the next.

Some quotes from Marie Kondo:

I had a slight hope the phrase 'spark joy' might become popular, as it was the keyword that I wanted to put forward in the first place.

Have gratitude for the things you're discarding. By giving gratitude, you're giving closure to the relationship with that object, and by doing so, it becomes a lot easier to let go.

To truly cherish the things that are important to you, you must first discard those that have outlived their purpose. And if you no longer need them, then that is neither wasteful nor shameful. Can you truthfully say that you treasure something buried so deeply in a cupboard or drawer that you have forgotten its existence?

The process of facing and selecting our possessions can be quite painful. It forces us to confront our imperfections and inadequacies and the foolish choices we made in the past.

Click here for more info on her book and methods.