Yesterday was my last day at work. I am now officially jobless. I spent today lazing around, continuing my Great Purge of Things, and met a coworker for lunch. The first part was easy. Woke up late (around 07:00), made coffee, and watched an episode of “Vikings” and snuggled with the doggies in bed. The second part, the Great Purge continuation, was more difficult. The plan is to donate or sell anything that is not immediately useful or incredibly sentimental….
After a few rough years in Northern Arizona, I am initially thankful that I am able to quit my job and hit the road. I have the usual thankfuls: family, friends, dogs, health. But ultimately, I am thankful for not giving up. The one thing that has been at my core my entire life is the knowledge that ‘things change’. Change is inevitable. “Nothing endures but change” Something I read this morning gave me pause and a light on my…
One of the problems with having no particular direction, is trying to decide where to go. For some ridiculous reason I decided to start this adventure right before winter holidays. I like to think that being alone on holidays doesn’t bother me. I’m pretty much agnostic. For the past few years, I’ve volunteered to work on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years because I’m the only one on my team without family here. With only me and a room full of…
It’s raining outside the cottage this chilly evening. Pugsly does not like rain, so instead of using the doggie door, when I got home from an errand, there was a little smelly surprise at my feet just inside the front door. My second thought is, “Inclement weather is going to be rough on the road with the dogs.” Pugsly is now about 13 years old, and with the herniated disc in her lower back, signals from her brain to her…
It’s easy to lose track of the day of the week out here. I wish I could lose it altogether. I stopped at a little Sharky’s Shack in Klamath Falls, OR. Found it on Yelp as I passed through and decided to stop for a sandwich. I chatted with the woman behind the counter who turned out to be the owner. I don’t remember what all we talked about, but it was a good laughter-filled brief discussion while she made…
My drive up the coast from the Oregon Dunes was mystical. I got up pre-sunrise, as usual, and the light was just peeking out when I got going. Visiting old friends but one of their dogs doesn’t get along with Argos, so we are driveway campering. One thing about the coast is that it’s damp. Wet and dirty -which means the camper is constantly damp and dirty. I know not to go to close to the edge, but I didn’t…