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When I exited the RV last June, after twenty months of living on wheels, I swore that I was done with life on the road; at least for the foreseeable future. I was sick to death of tiny-home-living. Having a normal-sized domicile gave me space to stretch out, a sense of permanence, and a blankContinue reading “Back in the Belly of the Beast. A Blast in the Buckeye State.”

Bertha is wearing her wheel covers, which means that she will be parked for a spell. Although, still retired, we are no longer retired and rambling, at least not for the immediate future. For the time being, our well-traveled RV will serve as an additional guest room. We have more than adequate sleeping space inContinue reading “Finding Roots”

Eureka! A home without wheels. I am still wandering around in a cloud of sheer disbelief. As I amble about from room to room I am overwhelmed with the feeling that it is all an illusion. There’s a dreamlike quality to everything that has transpired in the past month. Pinch Me. On second thought, don’tContinue reading “Pinch Me. I Must Be Dreaming.”

TOMORROW. Tomorrow is our scheduled closing date. We left our home 19 months, 1 week, 5 days, 16 hours, 22 minutes and 37 seconds ago. But who’s counting? I always knew this journey would require patience. There were moments that I doubted that we would ever make it, but here we are, staring at theContinue reading “There’s No Place Like Home”

“I Hear You Knocking” is an R & B song written by Dave Bartholomew and first recorded by Smiley Lewis in 1955. I may not be the jilted lover featured in this golden oldie, but I know what it is like to be hammering away at a door that just won’t open. I don’t have the keys.Continue reading “I Hear You Knocking but You Can’t Come In.”

We were supposed to be in our house by now. In fact, we were supposed to be there in April, which has presented some unique lodging challenges. Campsites need to be reserved several months in advance if you hope to have a place to plant your RV. No worries, right? We like to cover ourContinue reading “If You Don’t Laugh, You’ll Cry. The Ludicrous Lake Logjam Lingers On.”

Not to brag, but my granddaughter made the perfect Ariel in her elementary school production of The Little Mermaid. She looked the part, knew all of her lines, and delivered them with conviction. She was 100% believable as she swam against the tide, made sacrifices, and fell in love with Prince Eric. Furthermore, her dancingContinue reading “You Can Learn a Lot from a Mermaid”

Thank God Springtime has arrived. I’ve had entirely enough of short, chilly days during which I wring my hands in despair over the house building process. At times it feels that the hands of the clock are spinning in a counter-clockwise direction. So, I embrace the gradually elongating days; days that herald the beginning ofContinue reading ““Baseball Been Berry, Berry Good To Me””

In T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, April is referred to as the cruelest month, which, to the poet was a statement filled with deep, emotional complexity. To me, it’s a bit simpler. April enters stage right, dressed in sunshine and pastel blossoms, and begins to fool the audience into thinking it’s Spring. Okay, I willContinue reading “April is the Cruelest Month”

We said goodbye to Coastal Carolina and began our homeward trek. Homeward is a bit of a misnomer, since we remain homeless, but, at least, we were pointed in the direction of more familiar territory. The Spanish moss faded away and was replaced by a variety of budding hardwoods, most of which were spewing fuzzy,Continue reading “Heading for the Hills”