Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Pot Garden

It's a beautiful day in paradise. I haven't been able to sit and type much because I slipped on mold on the patio and busted my tailbone.

It only hurts when I stand, sit, or walk. Other than that I feel fine. 

I've since learned more than I care to know about outdoor mold.Once this mess is cleaned up, I shall endeavor to prevent mold in the future.

My little pot garden is thriving. It makes me super happy to see this as I started with a bunch of dead plants that were either killed by hurricane Irma or the record breaking  freeze we had last winter in this part of Florida.

Many people threw out their dead plants and I scooped up the pots out of the dumpster. Some came with dirt and some didn't. I cut back the dead plants and at some point began watering the dirt to make it moist in case I found a clipping or something to stick in the pot.

Well eternal optimism and saying nice things to these dead empty pots and suddenly green things started shooting up. A few people gave me plants and I nurtured them thrilled to have something live to grow. I ate an avocado, sprouted the pit in water then planted it in a pot. Now I have a 3 foot avocado tree. Some pots are sporting several different plants and flowers pop up now and then.

So it's good to know I have a green thumb to grow plants... and a green rump to grow mold.

Life is goof.

And a pic of mold growing...

Amazon sells outdoor mold removers. 

Monday, September 17, 2018

Icky Licky Sticky

My broken tailbone has made it hard for me to sit and type.

The past week I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about slippery slimy mold and how to get rid of it.

Even after a ton of hard scrubbing with bleach and mop and help from a beloved angel (a neighbor who was visiting when I slipped and fell) the mold is coming back. It keeps resurfacing in some areas.


The day after scrubbing... look how much came back to haunt the efforts. Some places are nearly white, others are surfacing with new icky stuff.

Life is goof.

I woke up alive and it was a beautiful gorgeous day on planet earth.

Thank you for stopping by.

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Hurricane Dance

Oh my!

I am sending happy positive thoughts that all of these miss me completely. The last two years I have played "Dodge ball with  hurricanes" moving erratically in my motorhome to miss them.

This year, no motorhome, no car, just a bicycle and a stationary RV 5th wheel trailer. So I may not be running at all.  Just pray. smile and hunker down if it comes to that.

Life is goof.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Mixed Bag

Hurricanes are busy.

When I bought the fifth wheel and sold the motorhome, I forgot about not having anything to drive  with a motor. I was so used to driving the motorhome when I needed motorized transport (beyond my bicycle reach) that well, I forgot I might need vehicular transportation at some point.


Then I injured  my broken tailbone again when I slipped on the moldy concrete. . Grrrrr... if you hear a SCREAM it's just me being very frustrated. So much to do and this dadgum tail of mine is in a world of hurt.

I've now learned more than I ever want to know about Florida rains, mold and concrete. I also learned I can't fly or levitate.

Life is goof.

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Friday, September 07, 2018


I guess I can't fly.

But I tried!

I was working outside on the concrete and moving stuff. I was barefoot and walking carefully when suddenly my feet went out from under me. I just levitated in the air like I was suddenly riding prone on a magic carpet ride.


Reality slammed me hard.

I was prone on the concrete.

Luckily I had company at the time. They were sitting in a chair outside when they had to take a phone call.

I thought while they are talking, I will grab this and that and put it away.


They came running and the  neighbor next door came running.

I was just laying there wondering why I wasn't flying on my magic carpet ride anymore.


There was mold on the concrete. We had rains earlier, well rains nearly every day.

Life is goof.

I can't fly.

But I tried!

Tired Retread

Many folks in their RV's are retired and order up custom license plates.

I am not retired, so my tag for my wheel estate will be:


And more funny stuff can be found in silly signs at Amazon.

(But I hope not!)

Tuesday, September 04, 2018

Voice Mail

Your awesome comments and questions have given me loads of info to write about in the future.

In the meantime I finally figured out how to put my voice mail message on my newfangled phone.

If you call and miss me you get my message;

I'm out walking my donkey. When I get my ass back here, I will return your call. 

 Life is goof!

 Halloween is just around the corner


Monday, September 03, 2018

Paws For the Cause

TOday I am typing wiff my wittle paws while my pet human is curled up napping.

I better keep an ear out.

Looks like some sort of tropical storm is in southern Florida named GORDON. 


Sure hope it doesn't turn into a purr-icane.

My pet human sold the motorhome and I don't know how far and fast she can pedal our bicycle to evacuate. Will there be room for my toys and my food and my bed and my blankie and my pillow and my rain coat and my leash and my vest and my flea stuff and my shampoo and my towel?

I think she can fit me and all my stuff on the bicycle and we can just leave her stuff behind.

Maybe I will load up the bike with all my stuff like a good little doggie. That's what my pet human said before she laid down "Be a good little doggie while I nap!"

She says we can buy food or we can buy  a car, so we buy food and no car.  I weigh 7 pounds and I only eat about a pound a day in Paul Newman's kibble and Little Cesars and people food and canine treats and when my pet human says HOOVER HOUND I run over and clean the kitchen floor too where she drops tasty stuff flailing around while trying to cook. If it weren't for ME, the kitchen floor would be a mess.

I need all that food cause I am a busy boy. I burn it off driving her crazy! My pet human told me one day if we had a car, she would name it CRAZY after me, cause I drive her crazy. I don't understand. I don't drive at all. So how can I drive her crazy?

Ain't life goof.

Y'all be safe now ya hear?

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Some days are good and some days are better.

Alternative treatments can be both empowering and exhausting.

But the sun came up today and I saw it, so life is good.

Stinky Stuff

Hot Town Summer In The City
Back Of My Neck Getting Dirt And Gritty
Been Down, Isn't It A Pity
Doesn't Seem To Be A Shadow In The City
All Around People Looking Half Dead
Walking On The Sidewalk Hotter Than A Match Head

 Today I was up before sunrise. Giving thanks to one and all for miracles and blessings. Another day on planet earth! Yippie doodle do!

If I want to escape tiny home living and savor the outdoors I have to start early. Propping my eyes open with toothpicks, I sipped coffee willing my body to wake up. Around 7-ish I woke up the doggy and off we went riding our bicycle around the park, dropping off the garbage, trying to get some exercise before the major heat arrived. 

Dumpster diving yielded 2 clay garden pots, no cracks, no chips. 

Back home I gave the doggy a warm bath in the RV shower. He sure smelled awful and I was hoping to fix that. In the old motorhome, I scrubbed him in the kitchen sink, but in this old fifth wheel I have a tiny child sized oval tub in the shower stall. It's optimistically referred to as a garden tub.

After his bath, I carried a wet puppy outside to air dry. I laid down his big towel in the sunshine. He plowed it back and forth drying his face and body. It's hilarious to watch!

Kind people have suggested I use my hair dryer to blow him dry. What hair dryer?  I have very long hair down to my waist but no hair dryer. 

Life is goof.

The oak and cedar trees on my camper lot constantly rain down leaves and needles all over the paved patio and walkway. If I don't tidy up mother nature's bounty,  it gets so thick, I have trouble finding my way home. 

Optimistically I decided to wash and dry my only set of bed sheets. Two hours later I had just put the cleaned sheets back on the bed when a thunder and lightening storm hit with a massive deluge that darkened the skies.

My dog is nearly 9 years old, but he does not like noisy thunderstorms one bit. We plopped down on the bed together so I could comfort his tiny shaking body.


The power died while waterfalls of rain cascaded down the windows. 

The hum of the air conditioner was silenced. The storm intensified. Maybe the dog and I are heavy breathers because within 10 minutes of non power,  the bedroom steamed up like it was contemplating a sauna conversion. 

Another loud thunderclap, followed by several lightening strikes. As the scared dog snuggled up to me seeking comfort, the RV temperature was rising. All I could think was THANK GOODNESS I washed the stinky.

Life is joyful.

In the funniest ways.  

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Lasagna Surprise

Pot luck surprise surprise!

It all started when a close friend gave me a brand new lasagna pan. I was laughing and asking them if this was a hint?

The park here has pot lucks posted on their activity calendar. They printed out the calendar at the beginning of the month, so I foolishly assumed, if it's on the calendar, then it's happening. I don't partake of any of the planned activities except pot luck.

The previous pot luck  I went to was kind of small, only 8 people but it was fun and friendly. Previous ones had more in attendance.

I decided for the next one to make a huge pan of homemade lasagna and take it. I mentioned this to several folks in an attempt to drum up more attendees and more pot luck dishes.

Typically my meals at home alone are kind of boring and mostly involve assorted dried beans cooked in a crockpot.

On the day of pot luck, I spent most of the day assembling lasagna with 5 cheeses plus beef and homemade sauce with secret herbs and spices. My kitchen was a wreck when I was through, but the end result looked pretty tasty. My propane oven in this RV seems to work fairly well.

I showed up at the potluck being held in the rec hall only to be told by departing happy hour folks that pot luck had been cancelled at some meeting held the day before.

Well shazam!

I guess I seriously need a new crystal ball to keep up with these sort of things.

What's the use of printing up a calendar  if they are going to willy-nilly have a little meeting to cancel the best event?  Pot luck seems kind of silly to cancel, we all have to eat...

Two other people showed up for pot luck because they knew I was making it and had even helped contribute some of the ingredients.  So we reconvened back at my place and had potluck for 3. We were piglets and had a good time. We even let the dog have a little piece of  lasagna and he thought it was awesome. My 7 pound mutt has quite the appetite. He fancies himself a gourmand.

For good measure I wrapped up two pieces of lasagna and dropped them off  to two different individuals that I knew were home alone and sickly. That sure cheered them up!

There were even some leftovers to slide in the fridge. Oh my goodness. I had forgotten how wonderfully delicious lasagna can be 24 hours later. Matter of fact, the same two friends showed up again... in case there were leftovers. So we had round two *ding ding* of lasagna the next day.

Life is goof.

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Where To Camp

Where to camp; when a picture is worth 8 words.

where to camp

More News of the WEIRD...

I was studying the map for riding my bicycle in a rural area of Florida in Sumter County. This section is rife with beautiful tree lined dead end roads. Many end up in someone's front yard! I am never sure if I am on a public road or a private driveway. Being that country folk are known for their generous ownership of guns, I try my best not to accidentally trespass especially after seeing a sign one day that read "Due to the high cost of ammunition, there will be no warning shot."

One day I saw a yard sale sign at the bottom of a long driveway. At the end of the driveway, I could see a very long ranch style brick home with furniture  and tables outside.  I need a chair, so I took a chance and rode my bicycle up the driveway. There were two golf carts for sale so I looked at those and inquired about prices because my friend is wanting to buy a used one. There was a plethora of curious items displayed outside including enough fishing gear to open up a tackle shop..Then I noticed a big deep garage with the overhead doors thrown open. The attached garage faced the side of the house making the entrance not visible from the street. At the far end of the garage sat an elderly man next to a lighted table lamp. Next to him was an easy chair for sale. The man gave me a warm welcome and began chatting as I wandered up to look at the chair. As I got closer I realized it was too big for my intended space in my little old RV fifth wheel.

I turned around to look at the tables set up and that's when my jaw fell to my knees. With my eyes on the easy chair as I walked inside, I had not noticed the gear on the tables to the far right. Now I clearly noticed. There were well over 70 guns laid out for sale. Possibly 100 or more from my crude counting of how much space the first 10 guns took up. At some point, I picked up my jaw and strolled back to my bicycle. Cars were coming up the driveway, so I figured it was safe enough for me to turn my back to ride out of there... quickly!

OK, back to map studying and weird news...

On the map, I noted that county road 532 west is one of the few roads that connect highway 301 with Main street. At the corner is Tema Cemetery. I was thinking there was something I had previously read about the cemetery being a historical spot. But then again, aren't all cemeteries a historical spot?

While googling Tema Cemetary, Floida, I came up with this article from Ghana about their Tema Cemetery.

How google got Florida and Ghana confused is one of those techno mysteries I just don't understand.

Mortuary men seize corpse at cemetery over GHc150 debt

Astonishingly they include a picture of two mortuary men carting off the dead body on their shoulders after removing it from the coffin. Apparently the coffin was paid for, but the mortuary services for preparing the body were not.

Eventually I found out the local Tema Cemetery was established in 1882.  It contains many homemade stones and slabs.

So to make a long story longer, if I turn down the road by the cemetery, I won't end up in someone's front yard.

Life is goof.

THANK you for stopping by today I am happy to report I am on the  right side of the grass today.

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Doggone Puppy Play

My silly dog video.

If the video isn't showing up, then here is the youtube link.

My pooch is almost 9 years old but he still thinks he is a puppy. This is his typical evening madness now that we live in this old fifth wheel RV which has carpet and a lot more play room.

He makes me laugh and giggle! I am blessed to have lived this long and to have this crazy mutt as a companion. 

He has many favorite toys, but he especially likes this big 4 inch pacifier because it squeaks and bounces at odd angles when he throws it around.I picked up the camera to try to make a video of him tossing his pacifier around, but suddenly he decided to run run run in circles.

Every evening he exercises all his toys before bedtime. While I was trying to type this, he was pestering me to play with him while he exercised his toys. He likes for me to toss his teddy bear for fetching or to hold it up while he dances with it. So this post was interrupted many times for puppy play!

Sorry the video isn't that bright, but hopefully it's bright enough to give you a giggle too!

Angels keep us down to earth.

Thank you for stopping by today.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Only 104

A tad warm here today.

A day to go play with the garden hose, watering the tiny garden and washing the RV.

The first one is fun, the second one is a necessary evil chore, but hey let me brainwash myself... getting wet when it's this hot is going to be fun fun fun ho hum... fun fun fun ho hum....

The view from my front door, 5 steps up. The thing on the right is my electric wind. It is covered up for protection from the frequent rains.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Beauty, Hope and a Miracle

I've been busy with alternative treatments.


But today a flower bloomed in my garden!

It gave me beauty. It gave me hope. It gave me a miracle!

Maybe every  thing is going to be all right.

This flower and plant came from a "dead" pot.

I think I wrote about this before, rescuing pots from the dump that had dirt and dead plants or no plants in them. Also when the heirs were cleaning up from my deceased neighbor, they gave me his one living plant and all his dead plants and pots.

I cut down the dead plants but kept watering the dirt and even gave them some plant food. 

Ironically, I got the plant food for free too. I was told I could have anything out of an old shed after the heirs were through emptying it of what they wanted,  they said "Whatever is left in the shed, go in and take all you want."

Well, I found plant food, bug spray, floor vinyl, RV parts, a bench vise, a ton of odd things that were useful.

I figured one of these days I would have something to plant  and the pot(s) would be there waiting.

Surprise surprise!

Even green weeds would be nice (and I am growing lot of green weedy things. )

It's my nature to be eternally optimistically and very hopeful and sometimes a bright yellow flower just pops up and says  "I'm alive AND you're alive!"

Life is tough but miracles do happen.

A little hope and optimism can go a long long ways.

Now maybe a master gardener will tell me what kind of flower this is.

THANK YOU for all the wonderful comments. Now if I can figure out how to respond to them life will be goof... um good!

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Deep Discounts

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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

The Doo-Doo List

A dog's life is never done.

My pet parent was exhausted. She said "I am going to take a nap, you be a good little doggy."

Well, poor thing she looks kind of ruff, so while she naps on the sofa, I might as well knock out her TO DO list she left on the table. She was mumbling that it was too long, too much and she was too tired. If I do it all for her, then she will have more time for me! We can go for long walks, do pee-mail,  play frisbee, play ball, we can ride the bicycle, we can play with all my toys. Oh joy! Yes, I willbe a good little doggy while she naps.

Her handwriting is a bit messy. I wonder if she meant the DOO-DOO list? I am good at doo-doo, so good at doo-doo that every time I go outside to doo-doo, she says GOOD DOGGY! So this should be a snap.

First item says PAY BILLS. Hmm, she probably meant PLAY BALLS. I am good at playing with bouncy balls, so yes, I can do that one. I like to climb up the steps to the bedroom then drop my rubber ball and it bounces down the steps and through the hallway for me to retrieve. Oh this is fun! Check it off as done.

Next on the list is FOLD LAUNDRY.  Gosh, I am great at folding laundry. I love to sit on the entire clean pile until it flattens down folded. First I have to walk all over the clean laundry in a circle going round and round many times so that it flattens down better. Then I plop down and lay on it. Every few minutes I get up and walk round and round on it some more, then lay on it again. It may take awhile, but eventually I get it flat, folded and stacked. As a bonus,  it smells nice too when I am done. She will be so happy cause it will smell fresh, just like EAU DE PAW-FUN.  So check that off as done.

Third item is vacuum. Well that is easy enough. We have this iRobot named Ronda Roomba. I just push the big round button and Ronda starts zipping around, sucking up dirt.

Fourth item is WASH DISHES. That is so easy peasy! I licked all those dishes with my tongue in under 10 minutes. Honest to goodness, she is going to be thrilled when she sees I've done all the dishes plus the pots and pans too!

Next on the list is EMPTY GARBAGE CAN. Well, I can knock that over and empty it for her. Mark that DONE (and it only took me 5 seconds!) Now the garbage can is empty and there is a pile on the floor.

Ronda Roomba is pushing the pile around.

Oh never mind, next on the list is DECLUTTER. I wasn't sure what that meant, but now that I've emptied the garbage and made clutter, I see Ronda Roomba is pushing all that garbage clutter under the couch. Looks pretty nice to me! I wonder why she doesn't use that couch storage more often? Plenty of room under there to hide a lot of stuff. Oh boy is she going to be so HAPPY with me!

Let's see, the next item on the list is wash windows. Another job for my tongue! Hey this doo-doo list is getting to be quite entertaining. If I slobber enough, the window washing goes much faster. Whee!

OK, that's crossed off,  let me check the list again. It says SHRED PAPERS. I know she hates paperwork and the mailman just dropped off a big stack of envelopes stuffed with papers. She likes to open them and growl and groan. I can rip them all open with my teeth, then shred it all into tiny itty bitty pieces AND growl at them just like she does when she opens them. Won't she be so proud of me! Ronda Roomba is vacuuming up all the little shredded bits of paper and pushing some of the ones she spits back out under the couch. Wow, we sure are getting a lot done today.

Back to the list, it reads WATER PLANTS. Well, I can just lift a leg here and there and call that a done deal. A sprinkle here, a sprinkle there, now all the plants have water.

Checking the list again, she has written CHANGE BED. Um, OK. Let's see, I can drag the covers off the bed. Let me jump up and down on the pillows and waddle my butt across them.  It sure looks different without the covers in the way and the pillows are unique looking now. I guess that is what she meant by change bed.

No idea why she thought this list was long and hard. I have done it ALL for her. See? She said "Be a good doggy while I nap" and she is going to LOVE me  when she wakes up and sees what a great big help a little doggy can be. 

Maybe I will do an extra chore for her! I will give her a doggy kiss and clean her teeth while she snores away.

She is the luckiest pet parent in the world. She has ME to do her doo-doo list.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Technology has been super messy lately and that's why I haven't been able to post here. I hope to keep writing 6 days a week, just that my computer, the internet, and the new and improved cantankerous super slow programs have to all agree at once. When they don't, I move onto other things. I can't sit at the computer for an hour trying to do a 5 minute task. It's too stressful.

Funny how technology used to speed me up and save me precious time. Now it's purposely designed to be slow, cumbersome and waste precious  time.

I was forced into a new phone recently because my cell phone company lied to me and said my simple flip phone was bad. In reality, as I found out days later, they had some major glitch in their system. I ran into other people who had been told their phones were bad when Verizon cell service stopped working in this area. At the time I was using a simple flip phone and not a smart phone. The rate was pretty high for just basic service of 700 minutes and no frills. 

Shockers, I have never done texting before as I am still confused as to the usefulness of this feature. I see people attached to their phones rapidly moving their thumbs but it just wasn't something that appealed to me. However, I saw a friend of mine (who also doesn't like texting) use speech-to-text to answer a text. He can't type so he said a sentence and it was translated to text and sent on its way. That intrigued me. When people text me, I can verbally answer their text by saying "Call me". 

Too funny!

I must admit when AOL worked marvelously a few years back and had the instant chat feature, I did use it to chat from the Caribbean to friends in the US and avoid the $4-6 per minute long distance calls we were surcharged in the British Virgin Islands.

Recently I had discovered while selling or buying used things that not having texting ability can be a huge disadvantage. Also when shopping around for a bargain RV, I found out many folks won't answer their phone, they want you to text them! How nutty. Seems to me if they want to sell something, they would answer the dadgum phone when they place an ad. Ditto for selling. I was trying to help a friend sell some stuff, they asked me to type up the ads for them and I am a terrible typist but they have no computer and needed help. I am so backwards these days, yet I used to be on the cutting edge, but those days are long gone.  Neither one of us text and we discovered that even trying to sell things on Craigslist requires texting. Many buyers won't talk on the phone until they've texted back and forth. Even crazier!

So I switched to because they operate off Verizon towers but offer cheap rates and free phones (and pricey phones one can buy.) I read somewhere they are actually owned by Verizon.  My new rate is $23.70 a month, so I am pretty happy with that. Of course it means no "data" or internet once I am out of wifi range, but hopefully I can make and receive calls.

I picked a free Android phone, as the apple phones were not part of the freebies. I had been learning Apple-ism on another device thanks to an angel that gave me their old Ipad. It's too big to carry around as a phone, but I was learning nifty things now and then by spending a few minutes on it here and there when I had wifi.  My wifi shot up 40% in cost and I had to cancel it but it seems like I have come up with a work around solution. I had NO idea that phones were so different. I thought a phone was a phone was a phone. How wrong I am!

Finally the phone arrived. I tried to play with it for a few days, but one must hook it up to make it work for calling. It kept wanting to take over my entire life and link and hook things that I don't want linked and hooked. Eventually I took the plunge and set it up.  It was a nightmare! Still is!

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Lawdy mercy!

Could they make answering a phone any more complicated? For a week, I couldn't answer incoming calls. I still have a lot of trouble with it. I don't understand why I can't just push a button and say hello. I have to swoop or tap or click or push or do all three at once. I am still unclear why I can't simplify this or why it's so important to make answering a phone call so complicated. 

Making calls out was even more cumbersome. They couldn't move my phone numbers over for me, all those nifty stored numbers in my old phone. The dialpad as they call it is "hidden" on the new phone and I don't understand the purpose of hiding the numbers from me.  I need the number pad to dial the frigging phone number! But that is hidden. I don't understand why it's important to make an outgoing call a lengthy  complicated affair.

So I have to manually enter each phone number and go through a big lengthy process to store it. The keyboard is super tiny, I honestly don't understand the how and why of a tiny keyboard and trying to type in someone's name such as Bill Smith and it comes out as Vokl Snuyh.I was trying to correct that when I spazzed out and pushed something the wrong way and now Vokl Snuyh is stuck in my phone for Bill Smith. Even worse, I was doing this at 5am because I was up early having coffee and figured I would spend a few minutes "fixing" my phone and guess what I accidentally called Bill Smith at 5am because I didn't understand what the phone what was doing! Bill Smith likes to sleep until 9 or 10am so when I heard the phone suddenly start ringing, I was trying to hang up but I couldn't figure out how to end the call because my screen had gone blank. 

Luckily Bill Smith's phone went to voice mail where I apologized profusely. But I still couldn't hang up the phone! Bill  Smith called me back later (actually it was 3 more days before I could figure out how to answer his incoming call!)  to say he could hear me talking to the phone, saying funny things like how the heck do I hang this up? My screen has gone blank! Ugh! Screech! Then he heard me scream and mutter something unprintable. I also said very unkind things about the phone company, the phone itself and technology in general.  When we finally talked... he was laughing so hard because  apparently his voice mail was recording my movements and noises for 10 minutes. GOOD GRIEF. I am mortified!

Now Bill Smith knows when I am super frustrated with technology, I can turn to potty mouth. Oh dear me. I normally do not do that, but I was plenty frustrated with my phone. I thought I was home alone muttering to myself about this blankety blank phone that is so ridiculously complicated that receiving or making a simple phone call is a huge cumbersome chore.

So Bill Smith, I owe you yet another apology, but I am glad you found my embarrassing message hilarious. One of these days I will figure out how to change your name from Vokl Snuyh to Bill Smith and might even figure out how to call you at a preferred time and not at 5am.

Life is goof. 

Tuesday, August 07, 2018

Pot Garden

Loved all your wonderful comments.

Today this beautiful flower began to bloom in one of my pots.

There is hope! 

Much of my potted garden is growing unknown green things. This happened from collecting pots that others threw out, then trying to revitalize them. Also I received some surprise gifts from others, either plants or pots they didn't want.

When my neighbor died, they gave me some of the old pots with his dead plants. During his sudden death, no on kept up with his plants. I figured I could re-use the pots, but I was tired and just set them aside. Then one day I watered the dead plants. Another day I cut all the dead stuff out.

Just for grins I gave the pot some food and kept watering the sad pots, hoping for a miracle.

Eventually green things began popping up and I don't really know which are plants and which are weeds, if it was green I was just letting it grow. Beside the massive oaks that tower over me, there are also two cedar trees on my lot. Nothing wants to grow under them, so I began with this wild idea of just having a container garden. I wold try to give it my attention a few minutes a day. Lots of wishful thinking, and a bit of water and food.

Amazing what a little plant food and a ton of optimism can do for a wishful garden.

Stay safe!

Roads are crazy and weather in this part of the world is brutally hot and humid, so I am taking extra care to stay hydrated.

Sunday, August 05, 2018

Eviction Infliction

Critters love me.

No idea why.

I strive to keep a clean home but why oh why did I find these two creatures two days apart inside my little old fifth wheel trailer?

Exotic spiders!

Can you identify?

They no longer live with me. I have had passive bug poison hidden all over the inside for months now. I find the occasional dead bug or one limping by on his final breath. So what were the spiders hoping to live on?

There they are. I snapped their pics just moments away from their final eviction.

I love nature and critters. They seem to love me too. But I want them to live outside, not inside.

Lizards, spiders, frogs, bugs, cicadas, they are all zipping around my garden outside. A lizard lives in my shed too. Since I don't live in my shed, I just use it, I don't bother to evict him, but I do have a bug zapper and some bug poison in there to encourage critters to live elsewhere. The bug zapper came with the RV, installed in the kitchen. I didn't like the flashing lights, plus I needed that outlet for something else, so I plugged it inside the shed.

Last week my RV front door was being repaired. The door was down or open or both for days. I guess critters found the opportunity to just move on in and set up residence. After we (my friend and I worked together on this wild project) did our custom repairs and install, I find that RVBuddy is selling custom kits, so you don't have to go through the loops and hoops we did.

Life is goof.

Wednesday, August 01, 2018

Living the Dream Comes with the Occasional Nightmare

This bargain 5th wheel trailer (1992) came with its problems. I've had to put a ton of sweat equity into making it functional. But it's home and the little old motorhome (1994)  had to be quickly sold to make it happen. I forgot to think my way through future transportation needs but I have my bicycle and eternal optimism. After a great deal of hassle my driver license was transferred to this state, so I am good to drive another 10 years.

Angles have helped me along. I am super duper uber grateful. I don't know how or why earthly and heavenly angels appear, I just believe in plowing forward with my chaos. I don't have time to waste away on the couch when it's a beautiful day to get moving, no matter how painful, just get on with life and both big and  little miracles seem to happen. 


Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!

There are days I am fed up with my body, the alternative treatments, this old trailer, my hyperactive dog and technology that no longer speeds up my life but rather hampers it. So I am eliminating a good bit of technology because I can't "do the time" it takes now to accomplish simple things that have become super complex because some hotshot programmer has decided to keep folks "engaged longer" on technology in order to brainwash them into mass consumerism and chronic update, upgrade, latest and greatest technology that often comes with far more bugs and problems than old standbys which are rapidly disabled and eliminated because they were too efficient. They saved time, saved paper and now the new norm is waste time, waste paper, take simple chores and make them complex. I am trying to escape and eliminate. I just do NOT want to be a slave to that sort of lifestyle. Others do enjoy that, and that is fine, but I am fed up with it. 

When do those folks find time to ponder a flower, ride a bike, or walk an enthusiastic 8 year old hopelessly eternal puppy?

Enough whining.

I slam on the brakes, put away the pity pot, plaster a smile on my face and rejoice. I WOKE UP  ALIVE! 

Today is a magical gift, so get on with making it a great day and try to help someone else have a fabulous day too.  Whether small or large, I tell myself to find time to do an anonymous good deed every day. Not easy, but whether it's one minute or an hour, it's worth it for the good of the soul, the good of mankind, the good of mother earth.

Certain things pile up around me and most are related to maniac big corporations that seek to turn my meager life inside out upside down and bury me with complicated excessive paperwork and this ridiculous need to document everything, turn simple tasks into complex ones. So I am pulling the plug and refusing to play their game and instead trading the hassle for peace of mind. Pull the plug.

Six people have already died this year in this small RV park. We are an over 55 park and some folks have been here a very long time savoring their independence. Even when they get sick, many have steadfastly chosen to remain in their tiny homes rather than move to assisted living or nursing homes. We currently have several residents in their 90's, some living very active lives, others quietly savoring their fierce choice of independence to the very end.

There are only about 140 spots here with about two thirds belonging to owners. Many of those owners are only here to visit or spend winters while a handful of others live here year round. 

I've discovered the joys of tiny home living and find that my unique lifestyle and need for adaptive aids, is better suited to RV living than other choices within my shrinking budget. As costs go up on certain things, I find more ways to slice and dice. Just eliminate. Learn to savor what I do have and not want more. Just learn to have a lot less and be happy about that.

No more whining, just smile and be grateful, that I was one of the lucky ones that woke up alive today!

This is a pic of my 1992 trailer, after 7 months of sweat equity. It still has some quirks and problems, but its slowly coming along. In the future, I hope to write about some of the wild projects I've done to make it functional. 

I am blessed. 


1992 Holiday Rambler Imperial Fifth Wheel Estate 36 feet, 2 slides
A very rare find in this day and age
This particular model was only built to order with loads of options available 
Holiday Rambler has been bought and sold a few times and sadly no longer produces fifth wheel trailers.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Pause For The Cause

 There was a massive lightning strike here that lit up the world and made me think the end had arrived. 

I had company at the time, a friend spending a week with me and another who had dropped by just before the storm hit. He sat down at my dining table, so I unplugged my closed laptop and moved it out of the way to another spot while we chatted over coffee. My other friend was out in my shed using the tools, tinkering around with something.

 My little dog oscillates from high energy circus dog to scared little baby who begs me to hold him to my chest until his bad feelings pass then when he is fine again, he leaps out of my arms, romping around all happy again, beating up his toys, tossing them around and doing silly things to make me laugh. 

He suddenly stopped playing and scampered over to me, begging me to hold him. He looked deeply worried and this has happened before.  I was sitting down again at the dining table, so I held him next to my chest when a few seconds later the world LIT UP so bright I was sure I had moved from earth to the heavens. 

Even now, I am still confused about whether I am on earth or not. 

I was sitting down, but the lightening strike jolted me completely out of my chair still clutching my dog. There was a bit of confusion for a few moments with more lightening strikes that seemed subtle compared to the mega one that had just lit up the world with such blinding light. My friend having coffee sat there with a crazed grin on his face. We had a few seconds of chat then I stumbled for the door with dread wondering what had happened to my friend in the shed. Suddenly my RV door flew open and he appeared with these huge saucer eyes in a bit of shock as he was wildly confused and talking excitedly. 

The three of us discussed the lightening while I ran around frantically unplugging anything electrical. My dog had leaped out of my arms but was now planted firmly on my friend's lap. A monumental headache hit me. It's extremely rare for me to ever get a headache. I put an ice pack on my forehead and sat back down holding it. We laughed and giggled, continuing to talk about THE lightning strike,  it was so surreal. 

The next morning I woke up with tremendous pains and great difficulty walking. How strange. A new old problem or related to the lightening?

The day after that my techno life crashed in the strangest ways and I haven't been able to sort it out. My technology is old. Very old. I used an old flip phone, my phone is not smart. I use an old laptop with Windows 7 (used to be I had Windows XP which actually worked better than Windows 7)

If you are trying to reach me, my cell phone is not working. I went to use my Skype phone to call my cell phone company. Skype has ceased working. At some point I went online to check my email and there is a huge problem with the AOL gold email program that won't let me crack the code. Aol was swallowed up by Verizon and the AOL email programs I have been using since the start of time (har har har) just vanished into thin air along with all my email files.


When Skype was gobbled up by microsoft, they made a monumental mess of a simple program and now they have updated it in such a way that it no longer works yet I have prepaid service with them for the next year. grrrrr!

I was using Skype 20 years ago overseas when Americans refused to use it because it was free and anything free wasn't trustworthy. Skype was owned overseas and worked nearly flawlessly. Well now that an American company bought it, they complicated it in ridiculous ways and did away with the simplicity we used to contact friends around the world without paying $4-6 a minute which was the long distance rate when I lived in the Caribbean.

Windows updated and the computer went on walk about to parts unknown in the cyber world.  As is typical with many windows updates, they try to disable my old USEFUL programs so that I can't use them anymore perhaps because it would way too efficient if I did use them and efficiency is seemingly not allowed anymore.

It seems the programs and services I use have updated themselves into oblivion.

Theprogrammers motto for the day must be "If it works, break it!"

So to make a long story longer...

I have a more serious problem than technology woes. So that's why it may take me a few days (or weeks) to sort things out so that I have communications again. 

I borrowed wifi to post this message. 

Some of these companies have merged and purged and yet when I check 5 different companies all crashed my accounts on the same day and several are in no way connected to each other or this computer. 

The first company I called had an estimated wait time of  2 hours and 10 minutes to get help. The net one, the phone company refused to acknowledge a problem existed yet when I went out to walk the dog, I ran into people that had also lost their cell phone service while others with the same company, had service.   I gave up trying to reach the various gurus to get things working again. Clearly they had a problemm they weren't acknowledging.

It was a monumental hassle to go "borrow" phone or internet, so I just decided my techno and communication life would just be on indefinite hold.

There is a more urgent matter going on about my health and ability to walk without extreme pain. 

Add to that I do have a hyper active dog who needs lots of exercise and attention.

So it's a real goofy world here right now.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Home Sweat Home (Yes Sweat!)

Home Sweet Home or Home Sweat Home?

Dumpster diving, hand-me-downs, gifts and angels. That is my little side yard garden. The yellow house is my neighbor. I am in an RV park that has RV's, campers, 5th wheels, travel trailers, motorhomes, park models, and mobile homes.  Some lots are owned, some are leased, some are rentals. No two lots are alike in size or looks.

My lot is narrow, but  it is very long, kind of pie shaped with the small end at the street. A nearly invisible dog fence (portable) surrounds part of the lot. I bought that in bits and pieces on sale. I also found some that were damaged with reduced pricing. I fixed it up to work more or less right. The rules here don't allow permanent fencing, so I skirted around that with a portable foldable dog fence.

Sweat equity.

S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g a teensy efficient budget for  tiny home living

I ate an avocado then dangled the pit with toothpicks in a cup of water. I changed the water daily. Weeks later I was about to toss it out when it suddenly sprouted roots. I planted it in a pot, now I have an avocado tree about 3 feet high, still in the pot. I have to get permission from the park to plant a tree. There really isn't room on my lot for anymore trees, so I will probably donate it to a public area in the park.

Some of the plants were hand-me-downs from departing campers, others were pots I salvaged after the freeze last winter. I trimmed off all the dead stuff and amazingly, many sprouted plants, weeds, flowers, weeds. Their loss, my gain.

When my neighbor died, so did his plants and pots. His relatives gave them all to me. Basically a bunch of pots with dead plants. Well lo and behold, I trimmed down all the dead stuff, fed them some plant food, watered the empty pots and prayed for a miracle. Amazingly all his pots grew something including a huge azalea bush and another one sprouted some kind of lily plant that might bloom soon.

I forget the names of all this stuff, my brain is on under-load.

A few plants were gifts from angels. WOW, thank you!

The umbrella and chair are from past dumpster diving. The chair from over a year ago and the umbrella has been traversing with me several years. It doesn't crank up right and lists funny, but it provides shade and a rain buffer.
 The hammock is great fun. Mostly I swing in it like a seat rather than lay in it. I like swinging.
Makes me feel like a child.

The first 60 years of childhood are the hardest.
 I salvaged some lattice work to make a front underpinning for this old 5th wheel trailer.

The picnic table was in a box un-assembled in the shed. I covered it with old fashioned oilcloth in a festive polka dot print. The plant stands I found at thrift stores for cheap and a few were donated.

The  areca palm is a gift. Amazingly, it's not real but it is made to withstand the UV rays of outdoor use. If you want to decorate outdoors with artificial plants,visit Museum Trees. I am utterly amazed at how lifelike it looks.

It was too big for my tiny home inside. I tried to place it different areas inside, but had to move it outside. It fools many people into looking real! Twice I've been told it was time to repot it so it wouldn't get root bound. Too funny!
 Can you tell which plant is artificial?

 I have some serious shade from the oak trees.

My driveway is  very long and huge. I don't own a car yet, but I still have my awesome red bicycle! Matter of fact, I just came back from a short ride to the dump and the overgrown dog park.

I say yet... doubtful I will be able to get a car anytime soon. It's so hard to find a trusty rusty cheap heap but one just never knows.

 This old 5th wheel has been an ongoing project, but it's home sweat home. I chose to park it as far in back as possible to enjoy the view of the farm behind me and more privacy from the neighbors on my two sides.

I say SWEAT home because I've had to put oodles of sweat equity into this 1992 fifth wheel trailer. An old friend has helped me cobble things together. It's slowly a work in progress. My old little motorhome had loads of adaptive aids installed over the years and now I work to make this old trailer easier for me to get around day to day.

The body is weak but the spirit is strong! I push myself hard each day, because TODAY is a GIFT. I want to waste it wisely! I have no doctors helping me out, but that just frees up loads of time to do m own thing and pray for a miracle.

Nothing happens in a hurry.

But it might!

 A goofy little place, but it's a safe haven for me while I pray for a miracle. I am super duper uber grateful that I am not living in a box under a bridge


Friday, July 20, 2018

98 and 98

 It was 98 degrees yesterday. I have to be real careful. For a few days I was outside most of the day helping my friend who is fixing my RV door. The heat just kept getting to me in spite of the outside fan (electric wind) and copious amounts of water. I found myself super tired and lightheaded. Then I remembered to drink coconut water and that helped me a good bit. I also use my garden hose to spray my face while outside and that feels great.

My 98 year old neighbor died yesterday. She lived across the street from me. She told me once that she gets a real kick out of seeing Harley  go by on his bicycle.  (Well it's my bicycle, but he rides up front in the basket.) Lately she has been reluctantly carted off to the hospital a few times,  but in under 24 hours she was demanding to come back home so she can be with her cat. She said the hospitals just weren't any help to her as if they had no idea what to do with her at that age and she did not want to stay there. She wanted to be home. Her lot is on a curvy corner. Out her windows she could see the dog walkers, bicyclists, golf carts and cars go by her windows.

She has a helper that comes over about 4-5 days a week. Every holiday she has her helper decorating her yard and house plus tending to flowers in her garden. House being a tiny park model RV on a corner lot with trees, grass and flowers. Yesterday her helper arrived to find the door locked. Usually she is already up and dressed by the time the helper arrives. She unlocks the door for her but this morning the aid found the door was locked. She used her own key to enter the residence. She found her employer had passed away.

We all thought she would make it to 100+. She was sharp as a tack, never losing any of her mental faculties. However she refused to wear her hearing aid, so it was a tad maddening to always have to talk so LOUD. She was fiercely independent, like so many in this park.

God rest her soul.

It's dark thirty as I write this, but I found a pic of my little garden area and it shows her brown house across the street from me.

My new neighborhood keeps changing. I bought a tiny lot here last year because my condition has changed and I needed a home port to dock my rig.  Through a bizarre twist of events, I sold my little old 1995 motorhome and bought a 1992 fifth wheel trailer about 60 miles away. A transporter moved it to my lot, I did not own a pickup truck and fifth wheel hitch to do it myself.

The yellow house on the right (also an RV park model)  was occupied by my close friend Calvin, who passed away 5 months ago. A new owner took over his place within weeks of his death. I was surprised at how quickly that unfolded. Ironically, the final trip in my motorhome (before it was sold) was the day I drove it up to the nearby hospice to tell Calvin it was a beautiful day for him to come home to sit on his front porch. I told him he didn't belong in hospice. In the past, we had so many fabulous conversations loaded with laughter on his front porch. My voice was hoarse, but I held his hand and leaned over talking close to his ear so he could hear me. Early the next morning he was gone.

A close friend drove the dog and I to Calvin's funeral and then to the National Cemetery. My dog waited quietly in the van. Then when Calvin's casket arrived, he let out this long loud pitiful howling wail that silenced the murmuring in the crowd. It was the eeriest sound I have ever heard that tiny creature make. He was saying goodbye to his friend Calvin.

To the left (not shown in pic) was an abandoned RV trailer. Recently it was hauled off and the lot put up for sale. I invited a lady I knew to buy it because I thought she would make a great neighbor. Well she managed to buy it and is very happy there.

Losing both my neighbors in such a short time, has been a bit startling.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Old Dog, New Trick

Old dog, new trick!

Harley dog defies explanation.

Doesn't come when he is called. Matter of fact, he is very cat-like when someone calls his name. He might come, he might not, he might treat you like staff "Take a message, maybe I will get back to you, maybe not."

But there IS a tiny brain at work.

I have an old wicker rattan stool in my RV kitchen that I found at a thrift store last year. I was using it in my shed that came with this lot, even though it seemed so elegant. It was super comfy to sit on with a big woven round bottom for my big round bottom.  It's a handmade stool that is incredibly sturdy, comfortable and functional. It needed a minor repair to one of the legs, but it sits perfectly level with absolutely no wobble at all.

My shed has a work bench and I do various projects there trying to cobble things back together or repairing dumpster diving finds.

When I bought this old fifth wheel trailer (1992 model bought December 2017) I moved the rattan wicker stool from the shed to the kitchen. One day recently Harley was underfoot so I picked him up and gently set him on the stool. He immediately sat down to clean his crotch. (I will spare you by NOT posting that picture).

Eventually he jumped off the stool and went to play with his toys.

Not only do I sit on the stool, I sometimes use it as a kitchen island to set things on. At some point I had tossed a red towel on it.

Harley walked over, studied the stool, looked at the towel, then amazed me by hopping up on it then curling up to go to sleep. The stool is 28 inches tall! (71 centimeters)

My pooch is known for his high leaps, but  this seemed especially amazing, that he could leap up that high unaided without overshooting the stool, just landing there perfectly, then curling up for a nap. When I moved the stool to my RV kitchen which came with parquet flooring, I glued rubber pads on the feet, to protect my floor when I move the stool here and there.

Harley is a very big dog these days. I had him weighed recently. He has shot up to 7.5 pounds (3.4 kilos).

Harley brings his toy up to keep him company on his new perch. 
I've added a quilted pillow case sham as a stool cover for his comfort along with a piece of bungee cord to hold it in place for him. 

Now it's his new favorite perch! He loves that it gives him an eye level view of what's cooking and what's on the dining table. He is a gourmand but his favorite dish is homemade mac and cheese.

Sunday, July 15, 2018


Another gorgeous day in paradise.

The back of my RV lot faces a small farm.
When I sit indoors at my table typing, this is the view from my rear window.
Recently the owner or somebody who seemed up in years, used some sort of massive bush cutter he dragged behind his tractor to whack down the overgrowth which had reached over two feet and in some cases more than three feet.
He only did a small circular strip every few days until it was more or less completed.

On the lot in back a different man in a golf cart used to race around with a pit bull tied to the cart running beside him. My little creature feature never liked this. He would bark loudly and repeatedly to let me know.

Then I noticed this practice seems to have stopped. I have no idea what happened, but Harley dog and I are pretty happy about that.

One thing about being out in the country in a remote area is hearing gun shots. Not my cup of tea, but when I mention it others say "It's the country and country-folks like to play with their guns." 



I must admit, I still run and hide or hit the deck and lay low cowering. I just can't seem to get used to the shooting noise when it starts. Usually it is further away, sometimes closer. Of course the 4th of July brought out lots of noisy activity. But we survived!

Today's comedy or... not...
For some bizarre reason, I found this hilarious.