…And no one will get hurt. Come along with us. Feel free to lounge beachside or poolside.
I will be away from this blog site for a few days. I will check in periodically. Feel free to browse the archives.
Everyone have a safe, happy, and meaningful July 4th celebration!
Anticipation of an upcoming vacation adventure is 90% of the fun. I tend to blow things out of proportion. My Expectations run either, too high or too low.
Another full week, then a partial week’s preparations, plus transportation connections, before the big event. Excessive anticipatory gesticulations would be inappropriate at this point. There’s too much to do, yet. I confess to watching a video of “our” cruise ship leaving Miami Harbor. Our cruise is still two weeks away.
Storms and rain for today, after a four-day stretch of fair weather. It’s been an otherwise rainy summer–unusual for here in July and August.
Satellite TV is snapping on and off. Which leads to the question of what to do on rainy days? If I don’t go to my regular, Friday gym visit, I’ll be watching You Tube “how-to” videos all day.
It’s frustrating when things don’t work. You Tube videos featured mechanical and electronic dragon conquerors. They made repairs look easy. Tempted me into thinking, that indeed, I too, could possibly attempt such tasks–emphasis on the word attempt.
One such You Tube channel discussed the quality, or lack of, in today’s RV trailers. Had quality slipped since RV trailers had been lightened, because of more fuel-efficient towing vehicles?
From my experience, quality was never that great before. I’ve found staples through electric wires from assembly errors, faulty voltage converters, roof leaks, among other things.
My advice–buy a quality product from a reputable dealer. I agreed, that anyone contemplating the RV lifestyle, should carry along a basic tool and repair kit. Mechanical aptitude would also be helpful.
No matter how bored I become today. There’s nothing in my imagination that will top the weirdness of yesterday’s headline–“NASA seeks applicants to protect us from aliens.” Be wary–they may already be here.
My wife’s birthday and pool party are just a pleasant memory.
The long road trip back home looms ahead.
Much ground covered and friendships cemented. It will be good to be home after two-and-a-half weeks.
I’m pictured hanging out with the guys in the shade–to the extreme left in the yellow shirt.
I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
A thousand mile journey may begin with a single step, but ends with piles of dirty laundry, unruly, overgrown lawns, luggage to store away.
That’s the necessary stuff–not including the extras, getting back into routines, catching up on neighborhood gossip.
Busiest vacation in recent memory.
This Saturday morning, with my spouse off on a shopping venture with daughters and grand-daughter–I’ll be left to look after our collection of three dogs.
When someone moves into a new house, the work never seems to end. Yesterday, it was moving in a dining room set.
Fall leaf colors fell short of expectations. With the exception of this morning, it’s been too warm. In the next two weeks, after I’m gone, leaves will be at peak coloration.
Next trip will be for Thanksgiving. That’s only a few weeks away. Where has the year gone?
So many memorable things, happened this past week, I shall attempt to summarize.
At the Naval Aviation Museum–conversing with a veteran fighter pilot, now confined to a wheelchair, about the PBY Catalina on display. Also, discovered he’d served on the USS Kitty Hawk, at the same time as a good friend.
There were a few awkward moments with our houseguests–none that really mattered.
Overriding topics of discussion: misspent youth, giving in to social pressures, admitting errors in judgement. Confession was good for the soul.
Not giving in to petty criticisms. Realizing that offspring did things differently. That didn’t make their methodology, wrong or right. They worked hard to earn a living.
Balancing achievement with meaningful personal lives–they did well.
Two-hour feedings: a personal, family joke that I will share.
Happy Birthday to myself–tomorrow, the twenty-fifth of September. I’ll be sixty-eight. My web presence needs to be updated to reflect this change. No hurry–I’m still sixty-seven till tomorrow.