It's Only Castles Burning

My plans this year haven't worked out so far as family obligations have interfered. And that's ok. I haven't lived in the Clipper. And that's ok. I believe that everything happens for a reason and for me that doesn't only  apply to what happened 10 or 20 years ago, but 5 minutes ago, too. And although my plans didn't come to fruition, something much bigger and better has come about! More on that later, I'm sure. I'm excited to get back to blogging and my Sunday photo's. The latest photo was taken a few weeks ago at the Creede, CO cemetery. Yes, I got to go on vacation! And yes, I like to wander old cemeteries while on vacation. I never claimed to be normal! I'm also working on getting my Etsy shop up and running and I have a few items posted for sale. You can see those here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/OfftheHookVintage

Sunday Photo

Sunday Photo

Sunday Photo

Back Where We Belong

We did it. We slept in The Clipper. Puppy and GooGoo ran back and forth from the bed to the door peeking out the windows and growling. After ten or fifteen minutes they finally started to settle down and that's when I realized I could hear the sad, sad sound of Conoco humming merrily along. (I used to try to pretend like it was the sound of the surf beating against the beach. It never worked.) A few minutes later the neighbor pulled in so the dogs barked at that. Then the neighbor left so the dogs barked at that, too. Then a girl came walking down the street talking on her cell phone and there was more barking. She stopped in front of my house and went back the other way. More barking as the pale green square of cell phone light floated away down the street. After about two hours we settled into something that is similar to this extremely technical illustration I've drawn for you all.

Actually it wasn't that bad. I only slept for about 4 hours and my shoulder was a little sore but I didn't break a sweat all night. With the windows around the bed opened there is a nice breeze. And I think Puppy slept on the floor, guarding the door. Good girl.

My mama called last night and asked me (for the 47th time) when I wanted to haul the trailer to the farm. I said, "How about tomorrow?" and she said, "O.K." So we hitched her back up and we were farm-ward bound.

Mom made me a little nervous flying down the dirt roads.

And we had a bit of an issue UN-hitching The Clipper. Nothing an hour of our time and a little WD40 couldn't fix.

So, she's home. It feels great. Being at the farm is like hugging Mother Nature if Mother Nature were a soft old grandma that smelled like lilacs. And not drug store lilac powder. Real ones! They're blooming everywhere and smell heavenly.

What Am I Waiting For?

I haven't even slept in The Clipper yet. I have no set date to move into The Clipper or to move The Clipper to the farm. Why? What am I waiting for? I asked myself this question a few weeks ago and I'm not sure what the answer is.

Is it because there's not a proper plug for my computer and I'm afraid I'll have Mad Men withdrawals?

Is it because The Clipper is sitting in the driveway and the traffic will wake me? Or The Pups will bark at every cat, skunk, raccoon, and opossum that waddles past?

Is it because I might get too hot? (Even though I'm sleeping in the house with no a/c)

Is it because I'm afraid that half-gallon of expired milk in my fridge will get lonely?

Is it because someone might come along and hitch me up while I'm sleeping and I'll wake up in Mexico? (Actually that one might not be too bad)

I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!

I also don't think the 'why' is very important. It's time to take the plunge!

This is my routine: I wait and wait and procrastinate and analyze and then just when nobody's looking I do it. It's like I'm 10 years old and I'm standing at the edge of the highest diving board at Wentz- scared to jump. But I've jumped so many times before that I know I shouldn't be scared because that free-falling feeling is glorious! After so much deliberation I'm still not positive that I'm ready to take the plunge, but I do it anyway.

SO, tonight I shall sleep in the camper. Perhaps my Sunday Photo will be my sleepy eyed self waking up in The Clipper. At any rate, I will report back.

And who knows? Maybe tomorrow night The Clipper and The Pups and I will be at the farm.

"If we fear nothing and radiate love, we can expect good things to come."
 ~Peace Pilgrim

Sunday Photo