Back in the Belly of the Beast. A Blast in the Buckeye State.

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.”

I Hear You Knocking but You Can’t Come In.

“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.”

If You Don’t Laugh, You’ll Cry. The Ludicrous Lake Logjam Lingers On.

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.”

You Can Learn a Lot from a Mermaid

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”

“Baseball Been Berry, Berry Good To Me”

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””

April is the Cruelest Month

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”