Bless me father, for I have strayed. It’s been 5 months since my last blog post…
Since leaving the Badlands in October, I traveled to Nashville to work for Amazon again, then followed the Natchez Trace south and veered off to Texas where I’ve been volunteering for 3 months. Despite the fact that I was gifted with free hi-speed internet service here, I have not felt moved to post about my travels. I thought about it a dozen times or so, but never felt ready to write until now. (more…)
A few books were hanging out on my wish list to buy through Amazon.com, and the annotated autobiography “Pioneer Girl” by Laura Ingalls Wilder, edited by Pamela Hill Smith, remained there for several months. At first, not enough copies were available to meet the demand, and then I waited for the price to come down from $39.95, or to buy a used copy. So when I stumbled across the Laura Ingalls Wilder Museum & Home in Mansfield, MO while driving my RV towards the east, the bookstore was my first stop. (more…)
Eight years ago I moved from the Northeast to the Southeast in an attempt to escape the cold, snow-filled winters of the snow belt. Serendipity led me to the Blue Ridge Mountains of Tennessee and within a few months I’d joined a group of some of the best birders in the U.S. I called myself the “Social Butterfly” of the group, usually snapping photos (more…)
Six weeks ago I moved into Gypsy full-time. The first few weeks were a flurry of learning to drive a pickup and tow a trailer, buying start-up equipment and finding a place for all the things I’d packed from my previous home. It was physically and mentally exhausting, but emotionally freeing at the same time. Having the time to do all the things I wanted and needed to do was a blessing. (more…)
Today I broke down and bought booze. OK, make mine hard lemonade. Those that know me are chuckling because I live a pretty tame life and this 12 pack will probably last me 12 months. But it was a day of days.
AT 9:30 am, I started my mental checkout checklist. Cupboards closed. Shower door latched. Loose gear tucked into laundry baskets. Tanks drained. Slide in…wait a minute – the slide won’t move! (more…)
Since leaving my day job last week and selling my sticks & bricks house two weeks ago, life has either drifted along idyllically or I’ve been caught in a chain of rapids. And it’s all good. (more…)