I’m writing a new ‘Hello’ post today because I have neglected my blog for awhile and life is moving along even faster than ever these days.
I’ve written here and there about my plan to live in a rv and it has almost finally happened.
I have a 1991 22 ft Tioga Montera RV that I have rejuvenated for the last 4-5 months and finally we are ready to hit the road destinations unknown.
It has taken this long for me to feel comfortable with my old RV and she needs a name to go along with all her new dudes. I’m still working on the interior but it has been so hot I can’t get her looking spiffy without getting heat stroke unless I’m hooked up to electricity and for that I need to go to a campground. Still learning about propane and where to get it and all about the gray and the black tanks, not a problem once learned and everything works as it should. We are almost there.
In trying to expect any problems on the road I’ve been busy getting the insurance and roadside assist and I have 6 different apps on my phone to help me find my way. I thought to go ahead and get any dental work done before I left and that turned out to be an upper denture. OMG that hurt like hell and it’s taking me longer than I expected to heal and tolerate the thing in my mouth. It may not have been my best choice but now there is no going back. Finally seeing a light at the end of the trial because it doesn’t hurt as much today as it did yesterday.
I have added a backup camera, a solar panel (I’d like a couple more) a video cam, an extra AC, all sorts of water hoses and other hoses and tools and am hopeful that I am well ready for everything but a blowout. Tires are ok for now.
Thoughts for a name?
Up dating the update!
CONVERSATIONS WITH MY MUSE
Do you think one can come to be so touched by words that a relationship is formed without knowing whose words they are?
I wonder because I feel energy in these words and I wonder if everyone who reads them words falls in love with the writer.
Or is it me?
Have I been aroused from my sleep to realize my days are getting shorter.
Am I satisfied how I am living them,
Will I regret not reaching for more……..
As we age, we look, feel and act differently than we did when younger, do we have lower expectations of ourselves as we get older.?
I wonder about it because I’m not sure
I find myself diminished by my age.
I try to greet that old woman in the mirror with a smile, just before I put my teeth in my mouth and scold myself for the need of a bridge
I’m having trouble finding myself.
Who am I now in this phase of life, no longer a nurse, no longer a spouse, a mother not needed and even in the way, without a lover or friend.
A time to contemplate and refresh, but I find myself filling my hours with busyness.
I like my busy-ness, I like making, but is it an escape from thinking and making decisions?
I have a comfortable space with no real problems but those I invent in my mind.
Torn between staying in my comfort zone or reaching out for more, more opportunity more social interaction, more satisfaction, or remain where I am, where I can help my daughter while my soul dies quietly in the basement,
they are Not always pleasant stories
I sometimes make rude comments
` and I refuse to say I’m sorry when I’m not really sorry
Life is not always pleasant.
Life is what we do.
yes, I’m an old lady
only a touch of despair appears on occasion when I am reminded
that I am an old lady.
Not being noticed can be positive.
It gives you the freedom to choose who you want to be,
you set your own limits,
live out your fantasy of who you are, who you want to be
not who you are expected to be.
Not having to answer to anyone but yourself can be a huge opportunity for change at this time in (my) life
No one can take your power
unless you allow it to be taken from you.
Be strong ladies.
The problem with old folks
is that not everything works as it should.
I don’t only mean the brain
which can become unscrewed
and need rewiring
Other parts get used up.
Some parts can be replaced,
but nothing works as well as it did
hearing aides, eye glasses and dentures are part of the norm
after a certain age
Spare parts become available
at great human cost,
the death of one can bring new life for another
One day no doubt
there will be more new miracle fixes
for us old folks
but please pass me by so that
I can get onto my next life time.
Su Modo Positivo de Pensar
Su pasión de la Vida
Sus palabras “Piensa mas grande, Katy”
(Palabras que yo paso a mis nietos)
Recordado con Frequencia con una Sonrisa
Te mando saludos, donde seas amigo.