And there's no good reason.

I keep thinking about posting, and then it's too hot so I go swimming.  Afterward, I'm too sleepy, so I take a nap.  I wake up hungry so I eat;  immediately after, it's time for a beer and then I'm too drunk.

We're unboondocking here at my mother and stepfather's house.  This is the resort experience.  I tried to lay our black water bladder in the driveway and John almost shot it.  That reads like a non sequitur (Latin: non for "don't;" sequitur for "blog while drinking"), but I mean to say that a black water bladder is a boondocking, not a resort, item.

I don't want to give you the impression things are easy here.  They are, but I don't want to give you that impression.


This critter hangs out with us in the cabana:











but disapproves of this sort of thing:

COMPLETELY unretouched.  I need to eat something.

That's more like it.  I must have been desiccated.

My mom, who is not certain she approves either but tolerates it anyway.


Lily, who approves of nothing.



Annie has not been idle, though! While I was sleeping, she made a new thing:

Take: one long-lasting whiney complaint,
stir in:

Mix with a drill and one Sparky until your set-up looks like this:

and then this:



I wished aloud that there was a DC port in front that ran off the house, not chassis, batteries.  My wishes are magic.

Having learned of the Endless Breeze 12V fan by Fan-Tastic, it was milliseconds before Annie learned she needed it like she had previously only needed fudge.  I can't report on its performance and power economy yet, because we are sucking from the teat of Florida Power and Light.  Later, fully weaned, I'll let you know how it goes.

Also in the mail:  Coolaroo. 

You see NOTHING.

Where's Waldo?

Put your gasps away; Carrot is practicing tactical autumn camouflage in her new fatigues. She won't go near that road - oh no! - our furry vegetable is far too cunning for that. She has a "special place" she likes to visit to do a thing or two (mostly two), and when the weather is good and ground cover renders her invisible, we allow it. She doesn't wander around. Like a good soldier, she accomplishes her mission and returns to base.


Annie has been working on an auxiliary exhaust fan for the Nature's Head, as the solar-powered fan is entering its sad, hopeless, nearly-lifeless season ... sorry, I got distracted. I meant to say that, with sunshine at a premium, our solar-powered fan is an under-employed drain on society ... Our solar-powered fan is considering a winter course of Prozac. Annie wanted to install a 12V fan to give it a boost. It took a while, because something something splitting power, and something something soldering gun, and blahblah wire nuts and electrical tape. Phil was a big player in this game, with Annie explaining the situation and Phil Imagineering™ the solution. Here's how it looked:


And, are you kidding me, that dirt was on the inside all this time? I could have cleaned it months ago?

Sure, blame in on the solar-powered fan who is only human and DOES NOT APPRECIATE YOUR ATTITUDE.