Our first couple weeks in Galveston were spent reacquainting ourselves with the area. We were here a couple years ago, and stayed about a week in a completely different area and in a totally different time. I mean, there were restaurants and bars open then! So we were basically starting from scratch and HOPING to
We BARELY Made it to Galveston…
We arrived in Galveston to begin our Covid-Hunkering, but only just barely. For the last 100 miles or so, I was noticing an issue with a key RV WHERE YET system. And when I say “KEY,” I do so NOT tongue in cheek, which might refer to the Blender, or the Musical horn. Those ARE
Thanksgiving … Metaphor Wishes to all our friends.
First and foremost, I want to wish everyone who reads this (and even those who dispense with our posts directly to the trash) a MOST EXCELLENT THANKSGIVING. It has always been our favorite Holiday – purest of motivation, with no one needing to sell you anything (except for the Turkey Farmers, and somehow Black Friday
The Good, the Bad and The Stranded…
As I mentioned (teased?) in the last post, we stopped at our favorite mechanic in Daphne, Alabama, to help with his boat payment (cuz that’s the kind of giving people we are…). Our visit to Daphne for a 6-month RV WHERE YET Checkup STARTED OUT well. Bus went up in the air. No “obvious” problems.
BIG Decisions…TO Move or Stay (Election Day in DC)
We were considering if we wanted to extend in DC; to be part of historic celebrations that might take place on Wed. Nov. 4. We decided it was unlikely that there would be ANY certainty by then (or, as it turns out, by a month from then!), so we decided to press onwards. We had
Washington DC Melancholy
As we disclosed in our previous Newsletter, we planned to spend nearly a month in Washington DC, helping to sort through and address a lifetime Legacy left behind by my Aunt Marilee, who passed from COVID in September. This was a two-fold challenge: A FULL Lifetime of possessions and a Lifetime of Art. Fortunately, we
Wearing Holes in our Soles and Souls
After leaving Chicago, with holes in our souls, we were determined as the best medicine to wear holes in our soles as well. That is to say, to begin moving and observing and enjoying again. We had intended to travel down the Mississippi River, keeping our eyes open for opportunities to buy property for the
Is it weird to say…
…That someone was “Taken too soon” if that someone was 107 years old? FULL DISCLOSURE: There will be some politics in what follows; I hope you’ll read on whatever your particular viewpoints might be. Only when we can TALK REASONABLY about such things can we find our way out of the divisiveness and spitefulness we
STILL GOT IT!
Once we made it to Minneapolis, we began the task of, what I would loosely call: Senior Citizen Debauchery. We were with college friends, with whom we had committed “Real” debauchery those many years ago. I remember evenings that began with enormous Mexican Food Feeds, followed by enormous Ice Cream Sundays and then perhaps beer
Wide Open Spaces and Masses of Humanity
The past few weeks have seen us burn several tanks of diesel, which means our front yard has changed several times even as we stay in our bubble, socially distant. We decided to make a big loop through the Dakotas – an area with wide open spaces and several wonders of the universe. Once there,