Wednesday, January 31

Today got away from me.  I intend to write a blog post and do, in fact, start one.  It goes nowhere, which some would argue is the way of most of my posts, but this one goes nowhere FAST, so I  quit.

Besides, I’m struck with an urge to clean.

I close up the laptop and get busy!

Lord knows when this urge will strike again, if ever.

My strategy for cleaning my little house is to throw everything that isn’t tied down out the door onto the blue mat, wipe the interior with a damp cloth, and then put everything back where it’s supposed to go.

It doesn’t take long to accomplish this (I don’t include the bathroom) and . . . .

Ooh, I’m hungry.  

It’s Griddle Time!

After lunch the boys and I go for a short walk.

We return to camp and I pick up my Paperwhite.  

It’s loaded with several, inexpensive books by James Willard Shultz that I found at Amazon.

I start reading “An Indian Winter or With the Indians in the Rockies.”

In case you aren’t familiar with this author . . . “J. W. Schultz (1859–1947) was an author, explorer, and historian known for his historical writings of the Blackfoot Indians in the late 1800s, when he lived among them as a fur trader.”

Fascinating!  I read the whole thing and start on another!  This one promises to be just as interesting:  “Rising Wolf, the White Blackfoot.”

While I read, Reggie and Roger play on their pillow.

What a comedy!  

The big, blue pillow is so spongy that it serves as a canine trampoline. The boys jump on and off it as they play.

Lots of biting, yet no one is hurt!

They take turns being The Conqueror or The Conquered.

Reggie is a master of the upside-down, kick-to-the-face maneuver!

Oooh!  A surprise move!

If I’m not reading, I’m laughing at these two!

By late afternoon, we all need a nap.

And so goes another day.  No blog post.  Oh, well.

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Thursday, February 1

About that nap . . . . The crew and I don’t sleep well for three nights.  Three or four times each night Roger leaps out of his sleep to bark at the back window.  I suspect coyotes and, sure enough, one night I look out the window, over Roger’s frantically bobbing, barking noggin, and see two coyotes slinking below the window, not more than five feet from the Best Little Trailer.  They leave and I close the curtain.

“Good job, Roger!  Now let’s go back to sleep . . . again.”

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During one of my lounger ruminations yesterday . . .

I’m pushed back doing nothing when my gaze wanders to the griddle on the table.

Aha! I know why the coyotes are coming ’round!  It’s the griddle!  They smell the griddle!

Last night Reggie, Roger and I sleep through the night without interruption.  Maybe the coyotes have given up on scoring one of my scrumptious griddle creations.

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Our time at this Sonoran boondock is winding down.

On Monday we reach the 14-day limit.

I don’t know where we will go next.  I haven’t given it much thought.

Too “busy” with now.

These beautiful days are for puttering around camp, relaxing in the lounger, eating good food, reading interesting books, watching the chihuahua circus performances, and savoring the sweet solitude of the desert.

rvsue

NOTE:  Recently a reader who is downsizing asked for tips on what to do with treasures like family heirlooms or items with which one has a strong, emotional attachment.  After the yard sales, online sales, gifts to friends and family, and donations to charity, what do you do with what is left in order to live comfortably in a much smaller space?  — Sue

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