Sunday, July 15, 2018

Bucolic

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." 

Ohhh-Kaaay.

Hmmm.

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.

DANGER



 









Sunday, July 08, 2018

Different Strokes

My friends dropped in.

They are out of this world.




Friday, July 06, 2018

Right or Wrong


Some days I am posting short notes because I cancelled my internet. I am working on plan B or C. So far that seems to be more or less working out. But this old rig needs some serious attention... and so does the RV. 

I've come to the conclusion that most everything works in my new old fifth wheel trailer, just that some of it doesn't work right. 

A mystery involving the dreaded black holding tank has been consuming much of my time. For you landlubbers who aren't RV-ers, that black tank is what holds the toilet sewer.

I live in a rural area, but I can bicycle ride about a mile and be within the bustling town limits which boasts a whopping population of 2,418. 

Crime is so bad that someone broke into the police station and stole their only toilet!
Several cops interviewed said they had nothing to go on...

My neighbor has 3 sons. She said one was a doctor and one was a lawyer. I asked what about the third son? She said "Oh he's a plumber. He put the other two through college!" 

And now if you really need to groan...

A good flush beats a full house every time!





 

Wednesday, July 04, 2018

May the Fourth Be With You

Where ever you are whatever you are doing, may the fourth be with you.


Happy Independence Day!

As for me, I am going to a local potluck picnic that promises to include the all American hot dogs and hamburgers. It's so local, I can pedal my red bicycle  there. Whee!

 

Tuesday, July 03, 2018

RV Palace

Don't let yesterday take up too much of today.

Angels everywhere looking out for me.
I am blessed.

I've been busy getting well.
Meanwhile my new old rig, a 1992 5th wheel trailer, is keeping me entertained in a roundabout way.
Everything seems to work... just doesn't work right.
But it's great to have a humble home. 
300 square feet and it feels like a spacious palace. 

I was in love with my little old 95 motorhome, but I had to sell it. 
My adaptive aids were taking up more room and I was feeling crowded out.

Patience. 
One of these days, I will get this new old rig all together. 
Or not. 




 





 


Sunday, July 01, 2018

Happy First

Blast from the past...

I stumbled across this picture today and it sure brought back a flood of memories!

It's the locations of where I lived 1999-2008 on Tortola in the Caribbean.

Prior to 1999 I lived and worked on boats afloat all over creation.

In December 2009 I moved into a little old motorhome in the USA.

It seems like yesterday.

I miss the ocean.