My grandson looks just like me, except I have a beard.
We took the Grands to the Park this morning, and they had a great time playing at the playground, running around playing with other kids, and looking at all the geese that inhabit the Park in the summer. And besides doing a load of laundry that was my accomplishment for the day.
Even though it may sound like I didn't do very much, that was still a lot more than I usually get done. Because of my inherent laziness, and my terminal lack of ambition, doing anything during the day more than just getting out of bed in the morning is considered a busy, and eventful day for me.
I don't think I was born with these afflictions because my mom and dad were both hard-working people, which is what poor folks have to be if they want to support their family.
But I can remember at a very young age in elementary school, my teacher wrote a comment on my report card that said, "Tommy had rather daydream than do his work". I have to admit teachers back in the day were blunt and to the point, unlike today's teachers who make every kid sound like a Goldstar student and would tell the parents little Tommy is an excellent daydreamer. But even then the teachers had me pegged and knew that I wouldn't be going anyplace as a daydreamer and insisted in vain that I become a hard worker.
They were right of course because I might've become President if I wasn't so lazy, or possibly made General in the Air Force instead of just a Sergeant if I'd had any ambition.
But I got the last laugh because I ended up becoming the best thing you can be in America or maybe the world. I worked my way up to be a full-time RVer, a lazy, unambitious RVer, but an RVer nonetheless.
When your legs are too short to reach the swing you have to make accommodations.
You work up a powerful thirst when you're playing hard.
This picture reminded me of an old joke about how to raise a kid, and the joke goes....You build a big wooden box and cut a small hole in it, then you put the kid in it and nail the lid shut. and when the kid becomes a teenager you cover up the hole.
Colorado has about half a dozen forest fires burning at the moment so fires are constantly on the news. And even though none of these fires are threatening anyone I know or any property I own, it still breaks my heart to see people having to evacuate their homes.
Twice I've had to evacuate over the years I've spent in Colorado. Once during the Hayman fire, which is the largest wildfire in Colorado history, and again for the Waldo Canyon fire, which wasn't as big as the Hayman fire but it was the second most destructive fire in Colorado history, and it struck a lot closer to home.
Having lived through that it gave me a lot for empathy for people facing the situation of having to quickly leave their home, and most of their possessions to the mercy of nature, and firefighters stretched very thin against a towering wall of flame. Dealing with that can give you completely different outlook on life.
I would have to say that evacuating from those two fires went a long way towards helping me make a decision to become a full-time RVer. During both of those evacuations I lived in whatever fifth wheel I had at the moment in an RV Park in Colorado Springs until the flames were beaten back and we were allowed to return to our homes. And that taught me the value of having me, my family, and my possessions in something that could be quickly moved.
So here I am as mobile as a person can be with my only concern being for the safety of others. Knowing that me, my meager possessions and anyone that wants to accompany me, can beat feet at a moments notice and have a safe, comfortable, place to live until the emergencies over.
It was a cool, partly cloudy, day today, and a great day to get out and do something, but I didn't.....Instead I mostly stayed in the Arctic Fox and did a little cleaning.
The summer has been flying by and its going to be Fall before I know it. The Fall starts around here about the middle of September, and up in the high country in early September. The weather here in Denver will be just about perfect, 70s in the daytime and 50s at night and up in the high country it will be comfortable in the daytime, and pretty chilly at night.
That and the lack of crowds is why I love Fall so much. It won't last long, by early October the leaves will be all gone in the high country and so will almost all the people except a few hunters and the folks that live there. So that's a good time to visit the mountains if you want some solitude and don't mind dealing with some chilly weather and a little bit of snow every once in a while.
My daughter suggested that the first week of August would be a good time to take a mini vacation to Rocky Mount national Park because some of the tourists will be gone by then and it won't be so crowded. That could be true because it's got a lot to do with when people have to get home and put the kids in school again, I know they all go home after the second week of August, but I'm getting kind of anxious to take a minivacation and early August would put me in the mountains sooner than waiting till the middle of August.
When I read about other full timers getting ready to hit the road again I often get hit by that strange phenomenon known as hitch itch, which causes an almost inescapable desire to hitch up the trailer and leave. So when I read about The Old Fat Man preparing to leave soon it put me in the mood to travel.
Now I don't have the need or the desire to leave Denver until late September, but a minivacation might trick my brain, my brain is very easy to trick, into thinking I'm actually on the road again. I know a minivacation won't cure the hitch itch but it will have to do until I can hear the tires humming on the interstate again.