We Wish you the gift of faith and the blessing of hope this Thanksgiving day! We our thankful for the family we love, the friends we cherish, and for the blessings that will come. Happy Thanksgiving…November 26, 2020
I decided that it isn’t really necessary for me to describe every minute of each day of our road trip. You don’t need to know about every time we walk the dogs or every morsel of food we eat. I’ll just hit the highlights of each day.
We’ll be in Galveston until Friday morning. As I’ve said, Jamaica RV is a beautiful place and it’s right across the street from Jamaica Beach, which is really nice, but not as crowded as most of the other beaches around here.
We walked quite a distance this morning and we were at a place where we could take the leashes off the dogs and let them run.
There are several good places to eat in Galveston. We picked two because they have outside seating. We had planned to go to The Sunflower this morning, but their outside area wasn’t open so we went to The Mosquito Bite. Strange name, I know…One bite does it. We both ordered French toast and bacon. Kip also had scrambled eggs and orange juice. We were sitting there enjoying the delicious food when a thought occurred to me.
“Let’s see,” I said. “We decided that we’re going to cook breakfast tomorrow, right? Didn’t we buy what we needed to make French toast and bacon?”
“Yup we did,” Kip answered. “We decided we were going to have it twice. Now we’ll be having it three times. It sure won’t be as good as this is, though.”
After breakfast, we went back to the beach. We were all in sort of a weakened state from all of the walking we’ve done, and maybe a little uncomfortable from all of the eating. After walking a short distance, Kip suggested that we go on down to the next beach access and then walk across to the RV park instead of going back to the cut-across we normally use. He said he didn’t think it was very far. He was wrong!
He finally decided to ask a little couple who was riding in a golf cart where the access was. “Jump in,” they said. “We’ll give you a ride.”
“We couldn’t,” I said. “We have these three dogs.”
“Nonsense,” the woman whose name is Dixie said. “Pile in and we’ll give you a ride. Hang on tight,” she said. “Mickie drives really fast.”
Mickie and Dixie got us to the place Kip thought would be relatively close to the park once we crossed the busy road. He was wrong.
“How far is your RV park from here?” Mickie asked.
“A long ways,” I offered.
“Come on,” he said. “We’ll take you back to the other access.”
We were very grateful not to have to walk all that distance and we told them so. They must have been able to tell that the three dogs were grateful, too. Mickie and Dixie were a hoot!
Since they were only able to take us as far as a line of posts, we still had a little ways to walk. We saw a couple sitting in a golf cart, who looked like they were somewhat distressed. Come to find out, they were out of gas. They had just arrived from Minnesota the day before and were so happy to be able to get out in some warm sunshine, they didn’t think about getting gas. They are staying at the Jamaica Beach RV Park, too. They are wintering here. There wasn’t much we could do to pay forward the act of kindness we had been the recipients of, so we walked with Jim back to the park to get his gas can. He had his own truck to get himself to the gas station and back to the beach to pick up Sandy, so he didn’t need us.
What a day! I still managed to find some time to fix up our patio a little. I’m a little disappointed because I never could locate my multicolored hanging lights. Kip must have accidentally lost them.
I can’t believe we’ve already been gone five whole days. I wrote five days yesterday, but I was mistaken. This was our fifth day out. At least we get to spend three more whole days in Galveston. We don’t leave for Fredericksburg until Friday morning.
It barely reached 71 today, but it’s supposed to be in the high 70’s to low 80’s for the next few days. They mentioned rain, but I’m ignoring that part of the forecast.
Did I tell you that we really love our spot here at the Jamaica Beach RV Park? We’re the last ones on our row so it’s pretty private. I didn’t get around to putting the table cover on or the lounge chairs out, today. We also have a little propane fake fire burner and a grill we probably won’t use at this stop. You should see how some people decorate their spaces… especially the ones who are wintering here.
We did take the dogs to the beach this afternoon. Kip pulled the wagon we got to carry chairs, water for the dogs, and whatever else we think we’ll need. We took it this time in case little Pattie got too tired. She’s the same age as Sammie, but she has this thing about walking. She doesn’t like to do it. She’s short, but she’s a stocky little thing and there is no way we could carry her if she decided she was done. On the way back, we tried to give her a ride in the wagon. She didn’t like it and bailed out twice.
Tomorrow, we’re going to our favorite place for breakfast…The Sunflower Cafe. We plan to come back to get the dogs and spend at least a couple of hours at the beach. We also want to play putt putt golf here at the park, but will probably skip the indoor hot tub.
So tomorrow is planned and it all sounds like fun to me. I’ll report back tomorrow night.
One more thing. We had to go to Walmart to get a prescription filled for Kip and I got new eyes for my Angel. She looks better don’t you think?
Sunday morning we got breakfast to go from our favorite Cafe in Onalaska. Jerry’s is less than a mile from the KOA and serves delicious home cooked breakfasts. Another of their specialties is a huge homestyle hamburger served on a homemade bun. It’s enough for two people even if the two are Kip and MG. For dessert, they offer every kind of pie you can imagine.
After breakfast, we took the pups for a long walk before packing up and heading south to our next destination. Jamaica Beach RV is on the west side of Galveston and across the street from a beautiful beach.
On our way there, we got to enjoy a real treat. It’s one of the many benefits of traveling in a motor home. You can be pretty flexible and meet up with friends or relatives and stay a while without invading their home. You can also stop for a last minute visit while passing through.
When my cousin, Mark, found out we were going to be in the vacinity of a fellow Murdoite, he let us both know and we managed to come up with a plan to meet for lunch on our way to Galveston.
We met Portia Burns Eisenbeil and her husband Joe in Willis, TX. Portia and I had a blast talking about Murdo and the old days while Kip and Joe talked about…other things.
Those two are delightful and fun to be with. Kip and I hope there is a next time soon
We arrived at our destination around 3:00. It’s so beautiful here and we get to stay a whole five days.
It’s now Monday morning. Our plan is to pack up our canvas wagon with towels, chairs and a picnic lunch and walk across the street to the beach. The dogs love walking in the sand and watching the seagulls…pictures to follow.
Lake Livingston is truly awesome, but the beams from up above have a difficult time finding it in the midst of all the trees. Therefore, I’m not sure this will post tonight. If not, I will try again tomorrow.
The day in pictures…
We’re leaving here today and will stop to meet a fellow Murdoite for lunch on the way. I’ll let you in on who it is, tomorrow.
The first three days have been perfect!
We said goodbye to my little Christmas cottage and our tiny home, loaded up our, a little smaller than our house, but bigger than the cottage, RV, and headed for Livingston State Park.
Before leaving this morning, we stopped to get propane and fill up with diesel. It was while filling the propane tank that Kip remembered he left two jackets and his Yeti cup sitting on our front porch. No biggie…we hadn’t hooked up the toad (my jeep), yet, so I drove back home to get them while he fueled up the RV. We have since discovered that we forgot a few other things, but nothing major. We have enough “other stuff” that we don’t need.
We arrived at the Onalaska KOA, which is right on Lake Livingston, around 3:00 o’clock this afternoon. It’s really a beautiful place and we even have our own little patio, furnished with a table, several chairs, a little grill and a fire pit. We’re going to cook-out tomorrow night, so I’ll take some better pictures.
We took the dogs for a long walk before and after dinner and then settled in for the evening. No television tonight, just peace and quiet…it feels so good to enjoy a different part of God’s beautiful country and the weather, so far, couldn’t be better.
Good night from beautiful Lake Livingston.
Recently, my brother said that I was quite prolific.
Proceeding cautiously, I asked if he’d be more specific.
He said, “Prolific means many… and that I can’t deny.
You’re blogging yourself crazy. I’m afraid your brain will fry.”
I told him I appreciated his genuine concern.
I let him make his point, and then I took my turn.
I know I’ve been a writing fool. Please let me tell you why.
The more I get distressed… the more my fingers fly.
I sit by my computer and I know I have to type.
I don’t have a beginning, much less an end in site.
My mind goes other places. It knows I need relief.
So much is happening in this world. It’s way beyond belief.
COVID is a scary word. It fills our hearts with fear.
My brother said, “I get it…I feel the same, my dear.
I said, “I thought you would be the one to understand.
Do you think my blogging has gotten out of hand?”
“Blog away,” he said. “If it helps to calm your mind.
But can’t you write in prose? Must every story rhyme?”
Holy cow! Have I gone crazy? Is my brain fried like he said?
I can’t stop all the rhyming going on inside my head!
I saw my brother’s eyes get big and I knew he understood.
All his thoughts were rhyming, too… but in his case that’s not good.
He called a few weeks later, asking if they’d found a cure.
He couldn’t stop from rhyming, and had all he could endure.
“I don’t believe they have,” I said, as I folded rhyming clothes.
“They need to find a cure for COVID before our woes will be in prose.
It was super duper early on a school day. The old town was quiet. Not one muffled sound could be heard. This would have spooked most people, but not Ybobb and Lav. Nothing and I mean nothing scares Ybobb and Lav. They drove into town in their flashy red convertible like they were daring someone, and I mean someone, to cross them.
They pulled into a parking spot in front of the Yellow Rose Café just as the proprietor, whom everyone calls Prop, turned the sign around.
Lav: Oh boy, are we going to eat, Cousin Ybobb? I’m starving. I can’t remember the last time I had a good café cooked meal. Do you think they have cinnamon rolls?
Ybobb: Life is tough, Cousin Lav, but it’s tougher if you’re stupid, (John Wayne.)You are right on the cusp of being stupid. Now why would I pull up to a café if I wasn’t planning for us to eat?
Lav: Well, when we rob cafes we don’t usually eat first, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to change it up a little, I guess.
Ybobb: We aren’t going to rob this place, Lav. We only rob the bad guys. I hear tell that Prop is a stand-up individual. Let’s stroll on in and grab some grub.
Lav: I don’t really like grub. I’m going to ask if they have cinnamon rolls.
And so it goes in the small berg of Pittsville… a town that most people would drive right through, but then Ybobb and Lav aren’t like most people. Little do they know, and I mean they are clueless to the fact that life as they know it is about to take a turn.
Man sitting by the window in the Yellow Rose Cafe: Hey…didn’t I see you two drive up in a red Chevrolet Impala Convertible 348 V-8 Special Super Turbo-Thrust 4-speed?
Ybobb: The red one?
Man: Yeah, the red one. Leastwise that’s the one two guys have been messing with ever since you two sat down with your grub and cinnamon roll. Looks to me like they’re hot wiring it. Whoa! they got it running and off they go down the road. Lookie there. A tow truck following it.
Lav: Oh man…they’re repossessing our red Chevrolet Impala Convertible 348 V-8 Special Super Turbo-Thrust 4-speed again.
Ybobb: Well, at least we’re not in it this time. I hate being towed. Sit down and finish your cinnamon roll, Cousin Lav. Life as we know it is about to take a turn.
I decided to start decorating my little playhouse. I’ve only just begun, but it’s already bringing me joy. Among many other things, I love the festiveness of Christmas and the the music. My favorite songs are The Little Drummer Boy, Joy to the world, and Silent Night.
I took some pictures, played a Lee Greenwood Christmas CD, and made a little video for you. I probably should have waited until I was completely finished decorating, but as Mom used to say, “Patience is not your middle name.” She was right.
So now I am enjoying some hot tea and crumpets, okay, cookies. I really do have some tea with my creamer. I heat the water in a whistling tea kettle and it sends the cat running every time. I always make a mental note to catch the kettle before it whistles so I don’t scare her, but I always forget. That cat can move!
And now…my latest short film…It’s a little choppy because I had to leave some on the cutting room floor.
Just in case you missed the movie…
Well, It’s getting late. I better go try to coax the cat out from her hiding place…
The virus is raging, it’s Friday the 13th, and we’re all wondering how to approach Thanksgiving and Christmas. Today I will pray that God’s promise of a rainbow after the devastating storm is something we will soon experience.
One day at a time….we try to do the right things. We practice compassion and try to bring some joy to each day we have been given. Some days it’s easy. Some days life overwhelms us.
Yesterday, I learned how to make and bake focaccia bread using a convection oven. I’ve been baking in one for the last two years. It’s all I have in the, not so tiny, tiny home.
I guess I forgot to take a picture of the Kalamata olives and Thyme leaves I put on top. I forgot to take a picture of the finished product or one of me scarfing up several big pieces dipped in extra, extra, virgin olive oil.
Since my only real success thus far has been peanut butter cookies, unbeknownst to me, Kip purchased a “how to use a convection oven,” cookbook. The focaccia bread was made from a recipe in the book and we deemed it a success. Absent of more photos, you’ll just have to trust me. (Food Network…here I don’t come.)
You already know that I’ve been spending time making decorations out of my books, and I agreed to be the person in charge of keeping track of membership, collecting dues and entering information on excel spreadsheets, for the local Literary Club. When I was asked to do this, I actually thought about it for a while and still said, yes. I’m not a good detail person. I’m more “big picture” wired.
I got myself involved in a secret sister’s gift exchange, which is actually kind of fun, and try to keep up with family and friends as much as possible.
As you can see, I stay busy. I only sleep four hours a night, and most days I need more waking time. I’m also not the best at prioritizing or organization. It’s important to know our own strengths and weaknesses, right?
Well, it’s time for Kip and I to walk the dogs, though I don’t think a fifteen minute stroll will walk off all that focaccia bread.
I don’t have time to proof read this, so I will close my eyes and push send.
Go out there and seize the day!