The wind woke me up this morning before my usual crawling out of bed time, and I knew from the sound of it that my travel plans were in jeopardy. Fortunately my travel plans are so ethereal that things like that don't affect me so I went back to sleep figuring I might have to spend another night at Walmart.
Sure enough when I got up and checked the weather on the computer there were high wind warnings out in my part of Texas for high profile vehicles, and that means me.
So I settled into another day of parking lot life and just fooled around in the Arctic Fox cleaning things up and trying to get some of the sand out of the trailer. I think once I get to where I'm going I'll have to spend some serious time trying to get the sand out of the trailer and the truck. and I hope I can find a car wash that I can get in to wash the salt off of the trailer and the truck because I'm sure it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life.
I had to dig deep in my pictures folder to find a few more Padre Island pictures to post to avoid the ubiquitous and boring full frontal shot of a Walmart store, or the slightly less boring snapshot of the Arctic Fox boondocked in the Walmart parking lot. I'm not sure why but I try to keep the pictures I post contemporaneous. There's no rule that says I have to do that but for some reason I feel like that's the way it should be. I could very easily post a snapshot that I took back in Colorado or New Mexico but that kind of bothers me and I can't explain why.
It would actually make my life a lot easier if I could post a picture from someplace other than where I am now, because sometimes I can't find anything that I want to take a picture of, which is my fault, because if you look carefully there's always something interesting you can take a picture of.
When I started full-timeing I vowed not to put unnecessary rules on myself, after all what's the point of trying to live free if you make rules for yourself to follow that take away your own freedom. I think I've been pretty good at doing that with the easy things like, waking up when I want to, eating when I want to, and coming and going when I want to. But it's a lot harder when you start trying to undo the things in your mind that you know limits your freedom, and you don't know why you do them, but you still can't stop.
I once knew someone that would take a written grocery list to the store, and when they got home they would staple the grocery receipt to the grocery list and file it away in a filing cabinet. When I ask why they did this I was told it was so they could look back at a receipt from a previous year and see what something cost. My next question was, what is the point of knowing what something cost three years ago, that time, and that price is gone and it won't come back? They didn't have an answer for that, but they continued to follow that rule they made for themselves, as far as I know, till the day they died.
Those are the kind of self-made rules that I don't want cluttering up my brain, and taking away my freedom. But things like that are hard to stop doing. So if every once in a while you see a picture on my blog that I took six months ago, its not me being lazy, it's just me trying to be free.