Hey, That Turtle is Beating Me!

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“OLD RV!”

Ok, I’ve been taking my sweet time crawling across America. I’d love to say I’ve meandered down cute little two lane highways, stopping in interesting little villages along the way to sample the local color. I’d love to say I stopped in quaint little orchards to sample cider, bob for apples, and take my chances with the ring toss and try to win one of Fannie Arbuckle’s world famous Apple Pies. I wish I had arm loads of darling antiques and bolts of fabulous cloth for the precious little curtains I’m sure to make for the trailer. Maybe even a jar of homemade apple butter from the Farmer’s Market where Art Froderburg whittles the Statue of Liberty on the head of matchsticks. But, alas….this is not the trip I had. I have seen I-70. Since I picked up my trailer eight days ago. I-70, I-270, I-470….are you getting where I’m coming from here? I’ve seen trucks. The backs of truck, the fronts of trucks, the sides of trucks. I’ve seen the blur of cars as they pass me like I’m in a funeral procession. My only score on this trip was a Chapstick in a truck stop. I know the price of gas all the way across the country. I got to visit some dear friends because they had the foresight to live near I-70. I’ve seen some really nice RV Parks. I got to stay in a hotel one night to avoid my own personal re telling of the Wizard of Oz.

Ok, it hasn’t been the magical, mystery tour I had hoped it would be. But I actually unhooked my trailer all by myself. I figured out where rain was coming in and fixed it, albeit temporarily with camo duct tape! I met some fellow road warriors who were very nice. I met my FB friend and some new Sisters on the Fly​. I played in my playhouse. I started reading a great book that was a gift from a friend. I Facetimed with my grandchildren. I stopped and took naps when I wanted. I cooked what I wanted. I had great coffee every morning that didn’t cost $5 a cup. I’ve enjoyed the changes in the weather and the colors. I’ve told a lot of people about Mr. Virgo and my book and Marshmallow Ranch. I’ve shared my love of God by example. I am rested, relaxed, full, happy. I am free. <3

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