Becoming a Full-Timer

Well, I made my plan and set it in motion. So far, so good. I have chosen a Dodge Dakota quad cab and a 20 ft. Gulf Stream Visa Trailer. Sleeps 2-3, two burners, microwave, sink, bathroom, sink and shower, full-size bed, digital TV and lots of storage. It took me two days to learn how to back it up properly. All I am really hoping for is to get close to where I want it to go!!  I haven’t gotten mad and cried yet, but there is always a chance!

My New Rig

My New Rig

My house sold in 10 days, all I am waiting on is the inspections and financing. I have been setting up my storage unit and moving things in. Once I realized the house was probably sold, I had to concentrate on my camper and towing vehicle.

I have been piddling in the camper all day! I know nothing about Digital TV, but I appear to have 32 channels, 4 if you subtract all the religious channels!

“Is This All There Is?”

Winter is a time of dormancy and rest and spring is renewal and change and opening up. This has been my first year of retirement. I have tried volunteering, part-time working, Bible study, reading, bought a puppy, gave him back, snow removal, sleeping late and afternoon naps.  I’ve kept in touch with people, waited for friends to retire, renewed old friendships, met new people, married my daughter off, waited for people to get better, fixed up my house, the list goes on and on….

realtor-house-imageWhen I was married and unhappy I kept asking myself “is this all there is?” I eventually moved out and started a new life.  I’ve been pretty bored this year.  I’m at a stage in my life where I am still healthy and strong, my house is in the best shape it has ever been in (wish I could say that for me!), I don’t have grandbabies yet, and all of my bills are paid. But, I want to see more than I am looking at right now. As I sat on my ass in front of the television for hours I asked myself, again, “is this all there is?” I have a retirement income, I’m comfy, no mortgage, but I was afraid I could be comfy in to comatose-ness and slow decomposition!!

So I am selling my house, buying a camper and going on the road! I don’t know how far I will go, or how quickly, but I’m going to get moving. Saving to do this would have taken years.  I’m giving up a great house, a great neighborhood and great neighbors. But if I sat here and died I would have asked “was it worth it”?  I already know that answer and it would be: NO.

My camera is always with me as are my thoughts. I plan to post photographs of my journey on Facebook, and my thoughts here on my blog.  I don’t know how it will unfold, what direction I will go first but I’m going to “Shooot-it” as I go! Hang with me!

Buy my house! And I can get going faster!

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Along Little Indian Creek

Treasures from Little Indian Creek

Treasures from Little Indian Creek

Right along Little Indian Creek, in Floyd County, is a park named for Letty Walter. It has a ball diamond, tennis courts, shelter houses and a playground. The creek was running fast from recent heavy rains, and made a beautiful noise like some of its bigger cousins in the Smoky Mountains. That is what it reminded me of, the Smoky Mountains, but the river stones are different. The mountain streams hold large stones, of various hues, rounded by water running and rolling them for eons.

Southern Indiana was formed differently by glaciers pushing south from Wisconsin and Canada. One glacial period after another 20 to 40 thousand years ago pushed minerals, stone and earth further and further south. With each freeze and thaw the glaciers deposited a homogenous mess dragged from the north into Southern Indiana. Central and Northern Indiana are flat, Southern Indiana is blessed with rolling hills, and in Floyd County they call them “Knobs”.

Among the glacial deposits called “till” is a mysterious stone called a geode. They are round and hollow and bumpy like a cauliflower and are found in abundance all around the area and geologists don’t know exactly how they were formed.

Wondering along the shore, head down, in proper rock hound fashion, I began to notice the creek bed was littered with baseball and golf ball sized geodes along with fossils, sand stone and iron ore and hundreds more stone types I don’t even know the names of. There was also litter, shards of sand smoothed glass and pottery, rusted metal and farm debris. It was a visual treasure trove.

My Daddy was a rock hound and my brother and I spent many a weekend rock hunting with Dad. In a frenzy we would run around gathering up geodes like Easter Eggs and pile them into the trunk of Dad’s car. Now days, I am content to pass them over to let someone else find them and discover their mystery. Dad would place them around the flowerbeds at home, and sometimes we cracked them open to discover the crystals inside. I would think they were diamonds, my brother, older and “all grown up”, would tell me how silly I was.

It was a beautiful morning and I had come here to escape a gloomy couple of days and to clear my head. The sun was warm and the bird’s voices filled the air with early spring excitement. The creek roared along, reminding me of other places, and other times. Sycamores, beech trees, cotton wood and cherry trees and the smell of earth all combined to bring me back to earth. As Mosier Knob road unraveled like a soft silky ribbon winding down the hill, I was deposited back into the lowlands renewed.

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Idiot

20150221-DSC_4944smallAfter yesterday’s beautiful sunshine the world looks grumpy out my window today. There is a thin layer of ice over everything with a powdering of snow on top. The neutral pallet lends a beautiful contrast to the cardinal and house finches fluttering between the shrubs and my feeders. Beyond the road the trees in the park are finely penciled with the ice and snow.

The thermometer is pushing 38o so the dripping and sliding begins. Kiki, the Cat sits on her perch in the kitchen window alternating between trilling at the birds and dozing behind half closed lids.

A perky little Carolina Wren swoops in to the outside sill of the window, just inches from Kiki on the inside. The wren, in its bob and weave fashion, looks as if it is checking out the inside inhabitants, or it just might be shadow boxing with itself in the reflection. Kiki is giving me a sulky annoyed look, oblivious to the wren as I urge her to “Look, look behind you! Look!” but she continues her scowl only at me.

“Idiot”, I tell her when the bird flies away, then I reach out and scratch behind her ears.

Oh, Christmas Tree

Christmas gifts are stowed away, mistakes taken care of and just settling in to decide what I might want to do in the near future. Winter greys are upon us and I have to keep my head above the doldrums onslaught. I have a back garden to plan, annual chores to think about…..

A few weeks ago I thought I would like a dog, so I adopted one from the local Animal Shelter. The dog was beautiful and responded so well to training, but it quickly became apparent this was more of a chore than I really wanted to tackle at this point in my life. Standing outside in the rain at 10 o’clock at night, shoveling dog poo, up at the crack of dawn to tinkle. Total disruption of my simple, quiet life. He didn’t make my heart go pitter-patter. (Pitter-Patter is my time honored indicator that I am in love!) I took him back.

I’m just waiting for the shit to hit the fan when my friends find out . . . . plus analyzing the state of mind that allows me to do such a silly thing in the first place!! Hmmmmmm.

Oh, Christmas Tree – Con’t

When it came time to put up my Christmas Tree this year I didn’t want to. But the family Christmas Eve get together was is at my house, has been for 30 odd years, so I was obligated. I just didn’t have the heart and could not talk my daughter into the act. Seems she had already put up 3 Christmas trees already! Geeze.

I am a self aware kind of person, I asked myself, what’s with this? Seasonal depress, age depression, no children around the tree? Hummphf. Seems a little of all three, so push your ass through it!
And I did.

I love my family! I am so blessed to have so many cool people in my family. From Rachael to Uncle “Bean” and everyone in between, what a spectrum of wonderful people. I’m so blessed they want to spend a few hours with me every Christmas Eve.

Thank you, Lord!

New Autumn

The trees have started to turn and a few have taken “the fall”. As if on schedule the dreaded starlings have swooped in to my front yard. Saturday morning in my favorite window watching the invited birds, wondering how to twarth the uninvited ones.
This week I experienced “flashes and floaters” in my left eye, my first day on the floor at my new part time job, concern I might have to euthenize my cat Kiki, and once again getting my foot stuck in my mouth and almost causing a family hail storm.
My eye doctor assured me the flashes and floaters were a normal part of aging. That’s a bitch…..
Kiki got loose a week or so ago and injured her right hind leg. She wasn’t better, so I took her back for exrays to determine what our options were. I am to give her steroids for 21 days and see if she gets better. One week seeing her writhe in pain was awful and if there was no hope she would get better I didn’t have the heart to make her suffer any longer. But the vet assures me this could take a month to get better. So……
My nephew Brian passed away in March unexpectedly. In the confusion and haste there was a snafu regarding two songs to be played at the funeral: Imagine by John Lennon or I Can Only Imagine by Mercy Me. I think both of them are spiritual in their own different ways but when you are expecting one and the other plays it can be devastating at a time like that. Hoping to make my brother feel better I found the appropriate music and planned to visit the grave site with him to play it. I tried to explain what I wanted to do to my niece at lunch, and didnt explain myself very well. Next thing I know her husband calls and wants to straighten things out….nothing to straighten out, I just explained myself BADLY because we both started tearing up, in a public place.
GEEZE. I have often said if I tried to make a mess of things on purpose I couldn’t do a better job than what I screw up by accident…..