Things at the crib have been going rather nicely. I think we have hit a stride that seems to work, balancing our busy work schedules with the need to rest, exercise and nourish our bodies.
Meal preparation is still one of the biggest struggles for me…mind you, I have always struggled in the kitchen, no fault of the rv. In a kitchen I am like a fish out of water, flopping around not knowing what in the hell I’m suppose to be doing. Now I just have less room to flop and I do a lot of flopping of food. Seems like I’m always wiping up the floor. Hence the reason why Bella feels she must be under foot. She feels her duty is to be a vacuum cleaner of all things edible. So while I’m spinning between the sink and the dining table (aka my desk) she is scrabbling. The clicking of her nails on the wood floor is a constant. So the kitchen becomes a cacophony of “oh shits”s and “watch it”s. But I don’t care to always go out to eat. We could, but sometimes we don’t care to deal with the crowds, and it is really getting crowded down here.
We successfully had a family dinner at the nest, a welcome-back for mom and dad. Fit everyone quite well. Helped that I prepped dinner before hand and put it in the crock pot. Nothing like a good bowl of chili, some corn bread and a fresh salad from vegis from our very own farmer’s market on sight on Saturdays. Mom and dad seemed to have enjoyed it, along with leftovers.
Ramblers Rest is getting fuller and fuller. It’s fun to see people coming in and setting up their outdoor arrangements of tables, snappy colored chairs and landscaping their squirt of space with yard art and plants. Satellite dishes are all facing the same way, like flowers reaching for the sun on their floral faces.
My favorite camp/home sights are the eclectic and colorful ones. Those that show personality and pizzazz. Some come alive at night with party lights and the smells of campfires in the air, now that it’s cooler, takes me right back to my childhood and camping at the Waterloo Recreation area on SE MI. Camping is in my blood.
Now that it gets dark early it’s entertaining to walk or ride the golf cart around at night. I love being able to see inside some of the park units and see how people decorate. I guess I am a voyeur..my bad. But what the hell, some people just don’t care if they live in a fish bowl. I, personally, don’t like people looking in, so my shades get shut at night. Ha.
Randy’s been steadily, and sometimes not so tolerantly, working on getting satellite tv in our rig. For the last 2 weeks he’s been positioning between the trees. Finally got a signal Friday, just in time for non-stop, pre-thanksgiving, Christmas movies on Lifetime TV. Fuck me~lol.
Here’s some pictures for your viewing pleasure:
Even tho’ we love our little nest, one still needs to fly. Gotta go spread my wings…until next time.