When full-time RVing is just life with a great view

I feel that I should tour great sites and post mediocre reviews. Instead, I tour the Duck in my pajamas and post mediocre reviews. Food was good, but too many animals. Offers outdoor dining. Plenty of wine, but it's all from the same box.

Jake the Dog is doing well. He seems to know what we're asking him to do, so he does it. He wants to be friends with the cats beyond them running under him on the way to the toilet, but one day at a time. He seems more comfortable here as time goes on, and he loves to run in the deep sand of the washes and chase sticks. 

FYI, do not walk barefoot in a wash. A wash is Nature's litter box.

Annie went to Mexico again for a tooth follow-up. The dentist thinks there is still some nerve inflammation, and gave her stuff for that. 

I found a fascinating house in Bisbee where we can all live. It makes me happy just to watch the slideshow. Be happy, too:

The Cave House

Here's today's dose of Zen, Rubberband Man. I like this blog. I think I'll follow it a while.

Here's a picture that made me feel really good. It's a small gift, but at least it's not a turd.

Here you go. It's generosity.

I dreamed I started a band and named it Dixieland Stain.

Our friends,  Darlene and Downwind Nicole, have started their new life and their new blog, Where the Wind Goes.   They're finally living in a van down by the river!  Woohoo!

 

One thing, ladies:  you have comments turned off, and THAT WILL NOT DO.  I will just text you my comments in the wee hours.


I read Kahlil Gibran to Annie this afternoon, but it didn't go well.

R: Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give. It is then generosity on their part.

A: I get that. It's like when some guy goes, Man, can I have a dollar? and you give him a turd.

R: Because that's all you have. It's generosity. I don't have any money, but my pockets are full of turds. Here you go.

A: Turds were buy-one-get-one so I stocked up.  You're welcome to have some.

R: Okay, I'm going to start reading again. Let him who wipes his soiled hands with your garment take your garment. He may need it again; surely you would not.

A: Because you just gave him a turd.