While we're both enjoying the luxury, we're both preparing for our summers. Cheryl has been glamping up her rig. She's breaking it to her house gently that she'll be gone for a while. There are go piles and stay piles, but the house is getting the message that it stays.
In my rig, the organizing principle is where is the bucket?
Spud is waiting (what looks like) patiently for me to be ready. Cheryl has that same look.
It feels like I've tamed the clutter in Spud. Bedding is contained, mostly. Clothing is re-packed and organized. The new window tinting I got before I left Tucson is nicely private, plus keeping the heat down. I have black-out curtains ready, and a black-out panel for the rear hatch window and triangle windows just anterior.
I have a chair and a patio. I have other stuff, too, but I have a chair and a patio. And a Habitent.
The basics of Spud's layout are taken from Suanne's experience.
Cheryl is waiting for a mechanic's appointment, and I'm waiting with her, in case I can be helpful. While we're waiting, we do stuff. Like, I notice that the upholstery has a better body than I do.
I don't know what they call this neighborhood, but I call it AWESOME.
|I thought I should crop, but what in the world would I cut out? Not Buddy Christ, that's for darn sure.|
|Some of you will wonder what the writing says. You'll figure it out, then tell me, and I'll let you.|
Then I got Moosed.
|Thank goodness they gave me a bracelet so I could use the bathroom myself.|
Later, I wore the bracelet to Walmart. Naturally.
Rick has done a good job of explaining how Bloogle is consolidating its power. He was so convincing that I added a Google+ "encircle me" widget at the bottom. Not my bottom - cut it out.