Always going, never gone.

We spent all weekend goodbye-ing then forgot to leave. More beach time, because Annie indulges my every whim.  We've been so busy not leaving that I haven't had the energy to yoo-hoo.

This was my cousin, Jennifer.

 "See?  Guantanamo security isn't so ... "

We still don't understand the mystery of Woodhenge.

The next day:

I call him "Big Bill."

I call him "Jack Webb."

He is not an albatross, but it's good luck to photograph him. 

It's super-good luck to be photographed with a pelican, whose beak can hold more than his belican.

It's always good luck to hang out with my friend, Tammy.

"Faster-than-light neutrinos?  I'm skeptical."

"Yet, relativity is no longer orthodoxy."

"Let's just enjoy the van der Waal forces."

"See, Roxi?  Hydrogen bonding!"

"Oooh, look!  Water!  Does this hat make my butt look big?"

Later that evening, my old friend (John) and his wife (Kim) made us a delicious Thai dinner.  Yessir, we really Thaied one on.  They live on a pond and have ducks who knock at their back door.  This was one night they had Ducks knocking on their front door, too.  John and Kim, it was a pleasure and WHY OH WHY didn't I take your pictures?  The conversation was too interesting and I forgot.   I blame you.

Here's a thought about anxiety.  If you don't full-time, you might think there's nothing to be anxious about.  But, some ducks are naturally anxiety-prone and will find things to worry about even when waters are calm and bugs are plentiful.  John showed me a yoga posture that helps with anxiety by forcing deep, diaphragmatic breathing.   It started helping immediately.  Yay!  Ducks don't like to paddle constantly.  I found this page that describes it, but if you've just ordered your senior coffee in McDonald's and they forgot your cream, easing the stress with the crocodile pose is going to get you more attention than you paid for.  Just notice how your breath flows, and breathe deeply wherever you are.  You'll unclench faster than you can say Dr. Young's Ideal Rectal Dilators.

We tried to leave Lake City yesterday, but our caliper stuck and we didn't make it to the city limits.  We used Lamb's Automotive, and we liked them a lot.  Took the Big Duck in this morning for more maintenance we've been putting off.  While we're here, you know.

It is our earnest and honest intention to leave Florida on Thursday.

Social moths.

Nicole and Darlene came to visit us!  We’re boondocking about an hour and a half from their house, but they made the trip out to lend us their excellent company.  They worked on the Duck some more, too.  This time, I got under the motorhome with them, but luckily they needed my retrieval skills more than they needed me to lay on the ground pretending I don’t care about ticks.  One fuel filter, eight spark plugs, and a set of wires later, none of us are sputtering.  We’ll be sure to report back about performance and mileage;  Nicole wondered if the plugs were original.

Darlene behind the wheel

Annie is getting an itchy gas foot (not a bacterial infection), but she’s willing to stay in town until the CITYWIDE yard sale in Monticello, GA.  By law, people will have to bring stuff out of their houses and sell it to me.  If you attend as my guest, they will have to sell stuff to you, too.  If we don’t like what they’re selling, we will go into their houses and pick out something else.  It’s the law!  I didn’t make it, I just abide by it. 

Frugal Sue from The eBay/RV Life invited us to her temporary digs to meet her and have lunch.  She’s staying in Serenbe,  a trim, neat planned community outside Atlanta.  We ate at the Blue Eyed Daisy Bakery, then enjoyed a little walk around to see local scary things:

I touched this horse!  Without universal precautions!

Sue has been on the road for three months already in the Guppy.  She started from Oregon, a place perhaps EVEN CLOUDIER than Ithaca, NY.  Perhaps.  She still seems to have a lot of will to live.






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    And ... my transformation is complete.