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And we keep on keeping on, changes are a coming, and they are looking good.  Our RV is a great cozy nest, I find I don’t want to leave the extra comfy bed or the awesome couch that wraps its arms around me and won’t let go!!

 

 

Last we left off, I was teasing you all with some delicious fabrics we found to work with. This is the items we bought for the bedroom.

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Aren’t they fun?  I fell in love in love with them.   So this is what we did with the material…

 

 

 

 

This is what we did with the solid gray fabric.

 

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BEFORE-the UGLY headboard

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took the fabric off the upper decor and painted it with chalk board paint so I can change the words. Now it reads “a couple of happy campers”.

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we wrapped the headboard in the gray suede-like fabric and added diamond buttons for aesthetics. I love them.

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AFTER-the finished product, much improved. Pic does it no justi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since I wanted to keep gray as my accent color in the bedroom, we wrapped the valance on the 2 bedroom windows with a solid gray and used the print for something different.  Now they are fresh and clean, no more “other people’s fabric”!  The shade color will just have to do, not going through the expense of changing them out.  They go with the brown ceiling.

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i like the clean lines and the retro look of this fabric

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New bedroom ceiling.

 

Yes, Randy even recovered the bedroom ceiling to match the new ceiling in the living room.

 

 

So that’s it for today folks, hope you enjoy!  Next blog I’ll show you what we’ve been doing in the living room with the brown (fake) leather.

Take Your Pick~

IMG_0014Today, I’m sharing 3 different versions of the same poem.  Two of these poems were recorded in studios; one with my beloved Upthegrove Reynolds Project that I performed with in the Ann Arbor/Detroit areas (more on that in another post), the second of which was a CD I recorded with the help of music producer Michial White Jr. (no relation).  What great experiences they both were.

The third is just me, recited the piece without music accompaniment…just me and the instrument I was born with.

 

I hope you enjoy all three versions.  My words run deep and so do my feelings, so be kind, if you don’t mind.

Here is Defiling Heaven

above, the never before heard version with the Upthegrove Reynolds Project, recorded in 2003 in Ann Arbor, MI at the Solid Sound Studio

this is the version produced by Mechiel White Jr. (aka the Groovematist) in Dexter, MI (turn up your sound a little)

just me…enjoy~

Shopping~

We’ve been shopping for material for the motor home…stayed tuned to see what we’re doing with it!!

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Still Remodeling~

Hello all, how are you making it through the winter?  Spring is a comin’…I can smell it in air.  Mother Nature has her subtle ways of reminding us that she is in charge, and sometimes not too subtle.  But spring is a comin’.

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We are still in the process of making the motor home our own.  Things have settled down now after the hoopla of the holidays, and we are in-between company, so we are back to working on it, and we actually went camping again.  The first time in the RV without any rain!!  Woohoo~

We still have not gotten the window treatments done, nor have we reupholstered the dinette and still haven’t found the fabric for the headboard yet, oh, and don’t forget the shower redo, but what we have gotten done are some of the fun things.  My husband, always wanting to play.

Our wet camp site in the keys, it never quit raining.

Our wet camp site in the keys, it never quit raining (in Dec 2015)

First off, we had a detour in the remodeling due to a leak around the slide-out, and since every camping trip we have taken it out it rained, Randy took it apart and replaced the whole seal.  He’s incredible.  What he doesn’t know, he will spend hours investigating until he conquers it.

So with that done, we were able to move on with some off the other things that we wanted to get done.  Small things like painting plug plates and light switches.  The hood fan over the stove is no longer off-white, it is now black to match the other appliances.  Also painted some of the wood trim an off-white instead of the god-awful pink tones it had.  Randy also built new cabinets for the slide-out, using the old doors and new hardware.

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hood vent/after

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new drop down ceiling (in brown), accent lighting, new trim paint

new drop down ceiling (in brown), accent lighting, new trim paint

Some of the larger things are a new ceiling in the bedroom, haven’t covered it yet, but the wood is up.  We may put a small, ceiling-hugging ceiling fan the bedroom, I like moving air when I sleep, so that’ll be cool (no pun intended).  Also, a new drop-down ceiling in the living room area with some pretty magical (disco anyone?) lights wrapping around the edge.  He’s a crazy boy!  When we were camping this past weekend, it was just too calming to lay in there and listen to some classic rock and look at the lights.  Awesomeness.

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new fireplace where shelf used to be

                                                                    Since we’ve been home, crazy boy has already added a (fake) fireplace in the thing.  Mind you we’ve been home for 2 days.  Good grief man!  He’s setting some pretty good ambiance…he must want me!  That’s pretty sweet after 28 years together.

such ambiance~

such ambiance~

We come by this camping thing naturally.  Camping is the only vacation my family has ever experienced in our youth.  I’ve always loved it, but I don’t do the tent thing, not with this broken body.  We started out with a slide-on truck camper, remodeled that too.  Then we went to a 5th wheel, then a bigger 5th wheel, then a motor home.  We then tried to down size to a smaller pull-behind trailer, then a bigger pull-behind trailer, and now on to our current RV.  When will the madness stop!!

Just for reference, my parents are soon to be 85, and this was their set-up at the campground this past weekend.  Oh daddy, I guess it is true, you marry a man like your father…help me.

018ab4904ec5715e7c93e0a8f2fc0b1916fbd203e7011c9d49eabe5553dd6cce29bb898080ed3d01814fAnd just because I haven’t done this yet, and should have all along, I want to give a huge shout out to North Trail RV in Fort Myers, Peter is a great salesman.  Good people!!

Field of Poetry (audio & poem)~

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i like to sit on the floor
and spread my words around me
surround myself with a field of poetry
let my toes turn the pages

i find comfort
in keeping their company
like family who needs
no explanations

i sit amidst engrossing content
concocted stories and stanzas
mystified as if
i didn’t write them

i am soothed by their smells
like fresh tilled country soil
unspoiled furrows of
dark rich earth
ready to give birth
to field corn and soybeans

i feel connected
with a tether of flesh
stronger than any baling twine
i don’t mind still being tied
to past evocations
those emotions are sustaining
remaining the only constant
in this representation of life

might i add
that i love the way they explain me
i’m hardly recognizable
memories intertwined with
others’ lives more interesting
than mine

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make-believe
i’m sitting on the floor
surrounded by a field of
sweet poetry

©Linda Neckel White

Already, So Soon

The Carousel Goes Round and Round~

The Carousel Goes Round and Round~

And just like that, we have passed the last day of the first month of the new year.  Couldn’t even tell you where I’ve been or why I haven’t been posting, life is just a whirlwind at times.The carousel continues on its path, wearing ruts in the grass; stuck going round and round, gaining no new ground.

I’ve been on the carousel.

I survived the gray days that came over me near the holidays. Whew, that’s all I’m gonna say. Also survived an odd series of rainy and dark days, weeks, in a normally dry Florida winter season. Mother E is reminding us of who is in charge of things…Nature; exquisite, exotic, maddening, defiant beauty that She is.  Bending our arms back with the pure power of her force, forcing us to look her in the eye. I hide my head in shame for the actions of those that lack respect.

So like many, I look to the new year as a time to reflect, take inventory, and revisit goals, try to regain control (like we ever had any).  At least if I think about these things, maybe make a few lists, take down a couple notes and do a little research, I feel better about myself.  OK, maybe not initially, but eventually.  Kind of like watching yoga on TV, I feel better afterwards, I stand taller, breathe deeper.  Just imagine how good I’d feel if I’d actually get down with some yoga moves (which I do, I’m just not religious about it, or anything).

So I’m off on a pretty good start for 2016. Have been dealing with a cold and the gray days, but the blues have been staying at bay.  I was re-energized by time spent with my sissy and her hubby.  I’ve lived in Florida for 12 years now, and have dear friends here and it feels like home, but there is something to be said about being with someone that knows you, I mean really ‘knows’ you, like a sister.  She represents so much to me, besides family. She represents roots and memories, hope and perseverance, stability and determination, my youth and my place.  Of course I could go on, but I shall refrain for the time being.

So I welcome myself back, from where I do not know, and I welcome you back.  Sometimes I just go.  Sometimes even I can’t stand myself (ha), but I know that eventually my colorful, funky, funny self will return.  Rest assure.  I always return…

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The dark side~

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Oh, the dark side of life! I’m not talking about back alleys and seedy bars. I’m talking about the dark days that sometimes turn to weeks, and sometimes feel as if it will never leave, taking up residence in the crevices of my brain that I wanted to remain empty for some grand creative entity to entertain me and maybe the masses.

This cloud of darkness has followed me around since I was a child. I remember the torment of my emotions. Crying and not knowing why, feeling way too many feelings. Those emotions embarrassed me before I learned feelings just are, leave them be…before I knew of empathy.

All this commotion was compounded by a closed head injury I sustained in an accident in ’76. The residual downward spiral was vicious and brutal. The body heals, not so much the mind. Now, episodes come and go, a not-so-welcome nor appreciated boulder in the room, then almost as quickly, a quiet life again resumes. It’s only then, I can say “whew, I survived until the sun did shine”. It always shines.

So I fluctuate from moments of self-love to the depths of self-loathing. Often brought on by illness, over-stimulation, a rush of adrenaline, too much pain, people’s attitudes. I feel there is no excuse to be rude!  If I feel unsafe or threatened, I will retreat into my shell and withdraw from the world, content to stay, which is not exactly healthy for this lady. I’ve learned to take this time to quiet my mind, rest and nourish my body, and of course, write poetry. Heard once that self-pity is a form of self-comfort. So I comfort me and let the tears flow, if need be.

I only say these things because I’m becoming very aware that I am not alone. The world currently holds a lot of sadness, can’t we harness it and use it to empower us? We can rise above it!  We can, I have to believe.

It’s hard for me to put this out there, exposing this about myself (always fearing judgment), but the mask is coming off. To not only help me, but perhaps to help you too. I say if we express something, it can then take its leave; Identify and Release.

So if you’ve been feeling it too, maybe you should express it, safely; write your words down, write some poetry, paint it out, share your feelings with a friend, express it here. Verbalize! Better than hurting someone or something, including yourself.

I’m embracing all sides of me, and there are many (my poor Randy).

No pity please, no sympathy, no remedies, no ‘try these’. Just let me be and I will return momentarily. (Actually I’m fine now, latest episode is over.)

I’m standing, in truth, to say that we all have suffered some sort of life tragedy, none of us are so special.

So please, PLEASE, just be KIND, doesn’t cost a dime~

(a kind word, a smile, a wave is all it might take to save someone’s life…just the same, a hateful word, a verbal attack, aggressive behavior is all it may take…now can you see why I believe in kindness?)

Taking my message to the streets~

Taking my message to the streets~

The Keys~

Off on our first real adventure in the RV down to the Keys to meet up with our dear friends from Michigan, Marcus and Jen, celebrating her 3 year anniversary of LIFE, having survived a brain aneurysm. We are all very grateful. The world would have suffered a huge loss.

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Sadly, it has done nothing but rain, a warm rain, not complaining because I’m sure we all need the rest.

The drive here was great. The RV handles so well on the road. Nothing like the Independent we used to own. Here’s a pic I took while traveling Alligator Alley.

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Yesterday we decided to schlep around Key West in the rain, just like the last time Randy and I were here. So did a lot of dodging into shops and walked some side streets. Of course, lunch was at Hog’s Breath.

Hog’s Breath Saloon

A wet Key West

Our wet camp site with a view of the gulf. Our wet camp site with a view of the gulf.

Will check back in with the world in a few days. Hope every one has been healthy and happy.

Crazy mofos 7~

Are you ready?  Have you been eagerly waiting on the edge of your recliner?  Have you digested your turkey, stuffing and pumpkin pie? Well, I’m ready to reveal the motor home thus far!  Got it to a point where we are actually gonna take it on the road for a little R & R, but I have a hunch Randy will be stowing away some tools and “play things” for him to work on while we are away.  Can’t slow that man down…and don’t want to!

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Light fixtures have been painted, check. New cabinet hardware, check. New color on the bathroom cabinets doors!!  Yes, brilliant idea.

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I like it, gives the bathroom area a whole different look, a little more masculine feel.  I like to try and keep a balance.  Yin and Yang.

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On being grateful~

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Thanksgiving is upon us, happy turkey day and all the trimmings that go with that greeting, sincerely.  I’ve been under the weather, so not feeling real festive, and now Randy’s feeling puny too.  So we will dream of pumpkin pie and whipped cream, since the sensory of smell and taste have left the building. We will dream of being with our family and extended family, so we don’t share our germs.

Just a reminder (and note to self) that gratitude should be felt daily, first thing when our feet hit the floor…ok, so maybe after that first sip of coffee, which I’m always grateful for!

And please, please be kind!!  Always, in all ways. Doesn’t cost a thing, yet brings peace to the hearts of those around you. Rudeness seems to be plentiful, already, so soon. Holiday stress is real and starts earlier every year. Let’s all just try to put attitude and differences aside, learn a new way. Put a smile on your face and forge ahead.

See you at the next red light.

(and if this makes no sense, i apologize, common sense has slipped out the door with taste and smell, hopefully to return soon)

Happy Thanksgiving All, I am grateful for YOU~