Murdo Girl…Happy as if she had good sense.

We had to drive to Dallas this morning for a doctor’s appointment so that cut into our day a little bit. We hadn’t really mapped out our ongoing strategy, anyway. It was a beautiful sunny day, so when we got back to the RV around noon, we took the dogs over to the Bark Park for some exercise. Later, our friends, Ron and Barbara, came over to visit and see what improvements had been made to Texan’s RV Park. They’re RVers too. We decided to drive over to Athens and show them all of the model tiny homes we had been telling them about.

Each time we go look, we leave thinking we have decided on the one we like the best, and then when we go back to look again, we change our minds. Maybe it’s a good thing this is looking like it will take some time.

These two models are our current favorites. Which one do you think should be Kip and MG’s Stunted Manor? (I stole the name from Queen E. She is going to live in “Bucking Bacon” which is a miniature replica of Buckingham Palace, only more rustic.

The Meadowview

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The Bishop 2

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These photos don’t really do them justice, but let us know which one you like best.

I never did do the wash the other day so we’re going to do that in the morning. The salesman we see almost every day, gave us the name of a real estate agent that might be able to help us find a lot. We’ll try to get in touch with him in the afternoon.

The floor guys will finish up with the trim in the small house tomorrow. We have someone lined up to help us clean on Wednesday and we will most likely move back in on Thursday.

Kip said not to worry. No matter what, we were going to find a lot to put our Stunted Manor on. He wanted to know if I had ever thought about moving to Alaska.

He doesn’t know my new mantra for 2018 is, “Life shouldn’t be a struggle.” I’m trying hard to remember I don’t have to push the river, it flows. Besides…tiny igloos? It’s not gonna happen.

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This is Buck and Bacon. I can’t decide which one to ride. Which one would you pick?

Murdo Girl…The more she learns the less she knows

It’s Sunday evening and I’m late writing this post because I have been online looking for lots. It seems the more we learn, the less we know about the things you have to think about before purchasing a lot for a tiny home.

We were talking with a sales person who was giving us a tour of some model TH’s, and he showed us a home that some people had paid cash for only to find out the subdivision they bought the lot in had square footage restrictions. The price of the tiny home had been greatly reduced.

I think I said in another blog that because the tiny home is under 400 square feet in size and has wheels and axles, it is classified as a recreational vehicle. That is turning out to be a blessing and a curse. The blessing is there is no property tax on the unit. The curse is it’s more difficult than we first thought to find a suitable lot to purchase. We really want to buy rather than lease the lot, but I don’t think we should put our house on the market until that  problem is resolved. I looked online today and found several lots listed with realtors. We will begin researching them this week. We hope to move back into our small house Wednesday. Then we’ll have to tackle the dirt and dust everywhere. It has sifted through the doors that have been closed, and inside the kitchen cabinets. I get a headache just thinking about it.

A lot of tiny home owners rent lots in a tiny home community. The only one we have found close to the Mabank/Cedar Creek Lake area is in Canton about twenty miles from here. We will check that out too for another option to consider.

Nix that idea. I just spent about an hour researching Mill Creek Resort in Canton. It’s beautiful, but they don’t offer full-time living. It’s a vacation home and rental community. I didn’t find any information on the cost, but I’m not going to spend anymore time investigating because it’s not what we are looking for.

We are not giving up. We will be such experts on tiny homes by the time we reach our goal, we will be able to write a how-to book. It will sell because when all the kinks get worked out, tiny homes will be even more in demand. They are sure moving them off the lot in Athens at a rapid pace. Kip said some of the sold homes are going into a community, but they usually don’t allow any other improvements, like an RV port. I see some compromises up ahead.

I try not to get too far into the future. How many times do our plans work out like we think they will? That’s why it’s important for us to do our due diligence. We’re far too long in the tooth to make costly mistakes.

Maybe my next pursuit should be to contact HGTV. Since Chip and JoJo are leaving, Kip and I could slip right into their spot. I’ve been trying to think of a name for the series. How about, Kip and MG’s Puny Pad, or Kip and MG Living Little…

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Now who wouldn’t want us as neighbors?

The gardener, the cook, the crazy relative, the party planner, the maid

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I’m going to live in a stunted manor

 

 

 

Murdo Girl…Our tiny home adventure cont.

Good morning! We are having a lazy Saturday morning here in RVville. We found out yesterday that we’ll be here until Tuesday afternoon. When the floor guys tore out the wood floor, they found tile underneath that had to come up. They also had to smooth out the concrete a little. There is no hyperventilating going on here. We’re staying busy and we’ve had great weather the past couple of days.

Here I am kicking back. Love my new GW slippers.

After a good nights sleep. The fur babies needed a nap.

I told you, yesterday, about the tiny house in the rv park. Jim and Mary Ann invited us in to take a look at it. (Maybe they were tired of looking out their windows and seeing us standing outside staring at their house.)

They had it custom built 2.5 years ago and they love it! I didn’t take a lot of pics because I didn’t want to appear rude.

They have an electric fireplace on their deck. They told us it keeps them toasty while they sit out on the deck every morning drinking coffee and watching the ducks on the pond.

Mary Ann is an artist. She has her studio up in the loft area.

Jim and Mary Ann told us they researched tiny houses and builders for two years before they decided on Diamond Park Homes. They are a custom TH builder located in Alba, TX, which is about an hour’s drive from here. We loaded up the dogs and after a quick lunch stop in Athens we headed for Alba. 

Since they don’t cookie cut models, they didn’t have one to show us, but we got a tour of the ones they had under construction. They had just delivered eight finished TH’s to their owners and suggested we stay in touch so we could come and see these units when they were nearing completion. The lady who showed us around was a wealth of information. Between Jim and Mary Ann, and Diamond Park Homes, we have learned a lot.


I forgot to mention, Jim and Mary Ann said the highest their electric bill has been is $35 dollars for heating and cooling.

By the time we left Alba, it was time to head back and meet our friends, Pat and Jerry for dinner at Applebee’s…yum!

It was a good day in the adventures of Kip and Mary! Today is laundry day. I bet you can’t wait to read all about it tomorrow. Maybe we’ll have some time to check out some lots.

Murdo Girl…There is no such thing as helpless

I didn’t write a blog yesterday. It was one of those days when nothing I could think of felt right.

This morning, I felt the need to sort out some feelings I was having. So many people I care about have been affected by a devastating or life changing health issue.  

Knowing there is no way to walk around the fear and pain that lies ahead, can be overwhelming. To find the strength to walk through it, is daunting, but we must in order to help ouselves or those we love.

Yesterday, we spent time with some very special friends. All of us have been affected by frightening health issues; either those of someone we love or our own.

This is how my thoughts took shape. I hope it helps those I was thinking of and others it might speak to.

Are we helpless?

I was touched by you again today. More than once I heard you say that you were going to have your way.

Just when things are going well, you unleash your kind of hell. Leaving us with fears to quell.

Some you give another chance to hug a friend or dance a dance so other’s lives they still enhance.

You thrive in darkness and keep us guessing. We know good health is such a blessing. The thought of you… beyond distressing.

“You’ve got this!” Those close to your victims say. “Fight the fight and we will pray. Should we go or can we stay?”

I have a question you can answer.Who found you and named you Cancer?

Your name can change to heart disease, or alzheimers, if you please. Whatever brings us to our knees.

If we should find ourselves there…trying hard not to despair; while on our knees let’s say a prayer.

Inspiration …photo by Dianna Diehm

We’ll hear a voice…a soothing tone… say, “You can’t fix this on your own. I heal the sick or bring them home. 

Don’t give the illness all the power. Turn fear into a blossoming flower, or your strength it will devour.

And if you don’t believe in Thee, borrow faith from one who knows Me. Through them it will be…Me you see.”


Heaven’s Peace…Photo by Dianna Diehm

We are never helpless. There is a way to get through the hardest day and know that it will be okay.

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A peek at tomorrows blog:

We met a couple who own a tiny home and they love it. I wrangled an invitation to see it in a little while. I’ll write about that and hopefully show you lots of pictures.

 Thumbs up to a fab 2018. Photo by Lady Jules 👍👍

Murdo Girl…Dream on

Dollie and I are lounging on the bed, watching an intense, if not a bit scary, TV show. I really don’t watch a lot of television, but for some reason, I turned it on and got interested in a show called, Blacklist. This episode is about a girl who used to be a FBI profiler and now lives alone in a cabin in some desolate area. She is trying to get over the violent death of her husband. Some bad guys, running from the Feds, come to the door and hold her hostage. Of course the weather turns bad and the roads are impassable, so they’re all stuck and one of the bad guys is bleeding to death only he manages to tell the girl that they are trying to kill him because he’s been talking to the Feds.

They killed her dog, so I decided to distract myself by writing about our day.

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The morning was gorgeous. The Texan RV Park is beautiful, and we have water. We took the dogs for a long walk around the lakes and then let them run and chase a ball in the Bark Park.

After lunch, we drove to Athens to see more tiny home models. They actually have a factory here that builds tiny homes. They offer factory tours, but Kip has a bruised heel and it was hurting after our long morning walk, so we looked around at a few of the models and came on back to the park.

We have some nice people next to us who have a dog and a cat. We all took the dogs went to the Bark Park together. RVers, for the most part, are easygoing, friendly people. Evelyn and Ray recently became full-time RVers. Evelyn is going to work a few hours a week in the park office, and Ray is a motor home inspector. He is going to help set up a training center here at the park for mechanics, inspectors and other types of RV related jobs, all of which are in high demand. With all the older baby boomers, like Kip, and the much younger group, like me, who are now retired, traveling in some type of recreational vehicle has become a highly popular way of life.

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We were both pretty tired today. We have been on the go for weeks now. In addition to the holidays and birthdays, we’ve had a lot of other things going on. It feels good to take a breather.

Here are a few more pictures of the houses we saw today.

There is no property tax on these homes because they are under 400 sq. ft. and have wheels. We have only seen one unit that was under 399 sq. ft. and it was built pretty cheaply.

The sales people we have talked to tell us the homes can also be built to suit as far as amenities, colors, flooring and types of windows. Minor changes can be made to the floor plan like making the bedroom bigger by reducing the size of the bathroom or living room. They can be transported like a mobile home and are classified as RV’s. They are not intended to be hauled from place to place, but if you live someplace for a while and decide to move, it can be done if you leave the wheels on.

Tomorrow, some friends are coming by in the morning, then after lunch, Kip and I are going to Mabank to check on the flooring project at our “small home”, and check out a couple of lots. We hope to buy the lot soon, but we won’t buy  TH1 until the house sells.

So there we are…we’re still excited about the possibilities and will continue to work toward our goal of having a TH1 and a TH2. In the meantime, we really do enjoy our RV.

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Well the show is over. The girl’s FBI profiler skills kicked in and she wiped out all of the bad guys who killed her dog… (right before the weather got better and the roads to the remote cabin became passable.) When the Feds found all of the dead bad guys, the girl had disappeared. I guess I’ll have to watch it next week to find out where she went.

 

 

Murdo Girl…We are frozen like a popsicle 

The saga continues. The story unfolds…a little. Every day can’t be perfection no matter how hard we try, right? Why are we surprised when we have a little bad luck?

We stayed up rather late last night. We accomplished a lot this past week, but finishing up in time, is the nerve wracking part.

We were ready at nine a.m. and the floor guys got there at ten. We had everything off the counters and shelves and moved everything we didn’t want to be covered in dust. The men were to move all of the furniture into the garage. Here is how the kitchen and living room looked when we left this morning.

Here is how it looked when we stopped by to pick up a few things on our way to meet the Tuesday night dinner group.

After I saw this scene I wasn’t bothered so much by what happened in between. We could never have lived there while the work was being done; especially with three dogs and a cat. It’s a “small home ”

We left Mabank and twenty minutes later, we arrived at the Texan RV Park. It was 22 degrees outside.

The park is wonderful. They have two good sized lakes with nice paths around them…perfect for walking the dogs. Did I mention the wind was blowing? The dogs ran to the RV to get out of the cold.

Once we got all parked, leveled and hooked up, Kip went back out to start filling the fresh water tank. Apparently, when it’s 22 degrees and the wind is blowing the park’s pipes freeze up.

The deal is, we are not going to let things like freezing weather and no water upset us. It was just a short walk to the clubhouse where they have showers and commodes. I took a five gallon bucket over there, put the bucket in the shower and turned the water on. It took a while for the bucket to fill up because of the non-adjustable, wide spraying shower head. There is no heat in the bathroom, but the heating light with a timer on it warmed the room up after about fifteen minutes. I had to keep turning the light back on because the maximum on the timer is about five minutes. Oh well, I was in a good place in case I had to go to the bathroom. As I waited, I noticed the bathroom was actually pretty, and smelled nice and clean. Finally, the bucket was full. I had to dump half of the water out because the bucket was too heavy. As I walked back to the RV, I wondered how I was going to take a shower in the morning if I had to get out every five minutes to turn the light and heat back on.

Oh well…

I warmed some water on the stove to wash and rinse the lunch dishes and gave the animals a big bowl of water which emptied the bucket. Kip said it was almost time to go meet our Tuesday night dinner group, so I decided to brush my teeth. Silly me…I had my mouth full of toothpaste and it wasn’t until I had to rinse that I remembered there was no water. I rinsed with peach flavored ice tea while Kip went to get another bucket of water.

I was already a little miffed because Kip took the container I keep all my crowns in to the storage unit. There were a couple in there that could double as winter hats. I’m lucky he didn’t take my pillow.

The picture below captured what was going on pretty well don’t you think?

(Note to cousin, Val. Here you can see two of the four televisions.) See how I captured Sammie? She looks like she’s telegraphing a message to me. “Are you kidding me?” She asks. “We’ve got four more days like this?”

“What a spoiled dog you are!” I telegraph back to her. I look at sad face Pattie and telegraph to her too. “Cheer up or there might be a cold doghouse in your future.”

The cat doesn’t worry much. Here she is at home before we left this morning.

Here she is in the RV.

We had a great time at the Tuesday night dinner with twenty or more of the best people one could ever know.

I have to remind myself that at sometime in our lives, most of us have to go through real, sometimes devastating challenges; or maybe have to watch people we love experience things we wouldn’t wish on anyone.

We’ve been there and we’re saying lots of prayers for a family member now.

No matter how our story goes, we are blessed beyond belief.

When we got home tonight, I telegraphed an apology to Pattie and Sammie.

Murdo Girl…Creating a new path

It’s January 1, 2018. I’m sure most of you know that, but this is the date my chronicling of Kip and MG’s new adventure begins. It’s exciting for us, yet scary. There might be some adjustments to our plan, but there will be no looking back. It could be a huge mistake and end badly, but it could also be energizing and fun. It all depends on how it plays out.

We are downsizing. You might be thinking, “Didn’t they already do that?” Well yes, we did. I love our little house in the perfect little neighborhood. We are close to everything. The house needs some updating here and there, and we are going to make the improvements we need to in order for it to sell pretty easily and at a good price.

Here is how it all started…

One day, Kip drove to Athens for a doctor’s appointment. On the way back he saw a big sign in front of a place that was selling what you call “tiny homes.” The sign said they had sixteen model homes…each with a different floor plan. Kip had never seen that show on HGTV and didn’t really know what a “tiny home” was. He had some time, so he stopped to take a look. He came home very excited about how neat they were.

A week or so went by and we both had to go to Athens for some reason. I don’t remember what, but on the way back, Kip asked if I would like to see the tiny homes. We looked at all of them, and I agreed they were nicer and bigger than I expected. They are all 399 square feet. I had seen the HGTV show a few times and the whole idea was to shove as much stuff into a small space and then try to live there. I didn’t really like the idea of climbing up to a loft and trying to sleep where I can’t stand up. Kip didn’t either. There are several models without a loft. It actually makes a little more room in the bedroom or kitchen because there is no staircase.

Some shots of one we looked through. You can click on the photos to make them larger.

Kip began to talk about how hot Texas is in the summer and the older he gets, the harder it is to endure. He also talked about how much he loved North Carolina where some of our friends live in the summertime.

He thought it might be a good idea to sell our small house and get a tiny home. I could feel the tears start to come, but I was listening. He said he thought we should think about buying a tiny lot around here to put a tiny home on after we sell our house. I asked him how that was going to get us away from the heat? He said after that was all set up, we could get another tiny home in North Carolina or some other beautiful, cool place.

It took me about a week to buy into the idea, but it was hard to throw a wet blanket on his excitement. I finally agreed to the plan on one condition. We wouldn’t live here year around in a tiny home. We had to be able to financially afford to live in two tiny homes and also keep the RV. We aren’t done traveling yet, and if we manage to do this thing, we can use the RV when people come to visit. When we are too antiquated (older than elderly), to continue RVing, we can sell the RV and still have a hot and a cool alternative living arrangement.

The whole thing begins with finding out how much we can get for our “small home.” This is not our first rodeo. The California experience was one of a few. I will tell you the whole story as I chronicle our continued downsizing experience.

**I still have some concerns. I want to spend more time with our grand-kids. Three out of four families live in the Dallas area, and one lives with his family in Wyoming. We’re still talking about that dilema. our plan still has a few holes in it. I ran across this cuteness video of one of our grandchildren from a few years back. She was trying to tell her dad, Craig, that she wanted an ice cream sandwich.

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**I promise to tell you the good, the bad, and the ugly. I will still blog about other things, but I hope you’ll follow Kip and Mary’s real tiny home. It will be a reality show blog.

Here’s where we are today: (It’s freezing outside.)

Sammie, Patti, Cyndie and Dollie are nervous. I can almost hear them thinking, “What next? A dog house?” I am preparing to be cold

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I made vegetable beef stew and tiny corn muffins. We will take the leftovers camping.

We have filled up the storage unit with things we don’t need, things we don’t want and things we want to keep…we think. Tomorrow we get in the RV and move with the three dogs and the cat to an RV park about fifteen miles from here. The floor guys will be here at nine in the morning. They said the project will take four to five days. The weather is freezing and it’s supposed to stay cold all week. This may be our first “ugly.”

 

 

 

 

 

Murdo Girl…My Birthday in photos

It’s 10:25 on New Year’s Eve. The ball will drop in New York City 35 minutes from now. That’s when the countdown ends at our house. The celebration of the day of my birth will end at the strike of 11:00. 

I have been inundated with well wishes and calls, and of course I was showered with a gift. Kip gave me a box of caramel corn. He doesn’t know I just polished off a big can of caramel, butter, and white cheese popcorn.

I am posting some especially poignant pics of my day, which I celebrated with my granddaughter, Skyler, who turned 8 today.

Isn’t this a wonderful display? Unfortunately, they placed it in my neighbor’s yard. They got my moniker wrong and the age is slightly off, but it’s the thought that counts. (WHATEVER WERE THEY THINKING?)

We wore matching crowns

Ryan Constance had a little trouble with hers.

There ya go, sweetie. It takes practice.

What is the hold-up? Where is our cake.

Several other family members attended. We just didn’t take their pictures.

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I’ve heard from all of the family members who couldn’t attend, and my brother, Billy and his family just called to seranade me with their annual “Happy Birthday” song.

I can go to bed in 4 minutes .

Happy New Year everyone…2018 here we come!! 

Murdo Girl…Still Thankful 30 years later

You know how things can wake you up in the night and sometimes cause panic which causes fear, which causes lack of sleep, which causes crankiness which causes discord, which causes lack of enthusiasm and drains you of all energy.

Well, this plan of ours hasn’t caused any of that…yet.

We have sectioned off the storage unit and everything is in one of three categories. They are:

  1. Keep
  2. Church garage sale
  3. Things the kids might want someday. (A keeper for now.)

I heard somewhere that if you haven’t used or missed something in a year, you should get rid of it. We have a lot of things in that category, but just to be on the safe side, I think we should store them for another year and see if we miss them. The trouble with that is, we won’t remember if we have what we are missing or need to use. I really can’t see us running over to the storage unit because we now have a use for the electric can opener we packed in a box. We would have to also remember the category of the box that held the item. Maybe we need more categories. We might need to catalog each item. Another idea would be to take pictures of everything. No…we can’t do that because we already have half of the storage unit full and no pictures.

I better stop thinking about this or tonight will be the night all those emotions that cause bad things to happen will show up.

We got a break today. We went to a 50th anniversary surprise party.  The couple’s three kids hosted a luncheon celebration at a local Mexican restaurant. There must have been fifty friends and relatives there. We had a private room and it was full. We ate fajitas with all of the fixings and for dessert, they had a delicious anniversary cake, which really pleased Kip. I think the luncheon idea was a winner.

 

Here I go in a different direction again. I think it says somewhere in the writer’s rule book that you shouldn’t jump around. It’s better to stick to one central theme. I found this tea towel while Christmas shopping. I think I get it, but I’m not totally sure.

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I ran across a picture and it brought to mind what happened the day I snapped it.  Kip, Mason, Craig and Calamity Jane are standing on a big rock that we saw while walking along the rugged beach near Fortuna, CA.

We decided we all needed a little bit of fun since we had to stay in a motel for three weeks waiting for our house to be ready to move into. Now that I think about it, I remember it was Thanksgiving Day. We went to a restaurant around noon for a turkey dinner. From there we dropped Heidi off at a movie. She wasn’t interested in coming to the beach with us. She was fifteen at the time and missed her friends.

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We hadn’t been to a beach that was so rugged, with waves crashing against the rocky shores. We didn’t know about the dangerous undertow. After this picture was taken, Craig came back to where I was standing and started playing in the sand with some rocks and a stick. Mason and Kip were standing on a huge log and we were watching the waves. I took my shoes off and rolled up my pant legs and walked the short distance to join them. We were all standing there on the log. It was so wide and long it didn’t even require balancing to stay on it.

All of a sudden a mammoth wave hit the log and it started to roll toward the beach. I fell first and was forced under water. Because of the undertow, I didn’t know if I was moving up or down. I eventually came up. When I realized the log was being pushed forward I felt a stab of fear. Which way did Mason fall? I was screaming and crying until I saw Kip with his arms around Mason. He had pushed Mason the opposite direction of  the rolling log. They were both okay and the log stopped moving. Kip told us to run up on the beach because the log was about to start rolling in our direction as the tide went out. We made it up there in time to see the log roll back out. Craig was still busily playing in the sand. Mason and I were still visibly shaken. If any of us had fallen in front of the log, we would have been crushed. When things calmed down, Kip and I walked out to the log and tried to move it. We were trying to see if we were strong enough to roll it at all. It wouldn’t budge.

The remainder of the time we lived in Fortuna, we had a healthy respect for the ocean. It was not a place to ride the waves like the beaches in southern California. We had to stay on shore and watch. It was beautiful and mesmerizing.

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I have often thought about that day. It could have ended so differently. What would Craig have done if he found himself alone on the beach? Heidi would be expecting us to pick her up after the movie. She had no idea where we were and of course that was twenty years before cell phones.

Thank God the worst didn’t happen. All we had to worry about was getting the car full of sand and riding all the way back in wet clothes. It was definitely a time to give thanks.

Murdo Girl…The way we were

We are one step closer to becoming minimalists. We have until Tuesday morning, so we’re in pretty good shape, I think. The floor guys are supposed to be here at 9 am.

Our 10′ x 15′ storage unit is going to be pretty full by the time we get done. Kip says he’s going to go through all of his tools and get rid of the ones he doesn’t use anymore. That will be a fun experience. Kip loves his tools. One of the boys once said, “If you wreck your car, he’s very calm, but if you don’t put one of his tools back in the right place, all heck breaks loose.”

I called the RV Resort in Canton to make a reservation and was told they were going to be closed all next week. They’re fixing the roads. Kip found another RV park that looks nice. It’s between here and Athens which is only seventeen miles away and we were able to make a reservation there. It’s going to take 4 to 5 days to rip up the old flooring and put down the new one. Remember the ugly plastic strip that covered the cords to the electric recliners?…gone! The wires will go under the floor. I’ll take some before and after pictures.

I’ll be able to tell you next week what our plans are for this coming year. It will be an adventure that will either work out…or it won’t.

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Won’t what?

Kip and I have been pretty adventuresome when you think about it. Many years ago when we were living in Casper, Wyoming, we decided it was time for a change. We got our map of the U.S. out and randomly chose a little town in northern California. We got Kip’s parents to come and stay with our kids, arranged to take a couple of weeks off work, and headed that way.

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It was a great trip. We went through some beautiful country. (I would post some pictures, but they’re packed in crates and in the storage unit.) I was driving while Kip napped when we hit the Oregon, California border. Suddenly, I felt like Alice in Wonderland. The redwood trees were bigger and taller than any trees I had ever seen. Did you know there is enough wood in one redwood tree to build at least four houses? The forest floor was covered in beautiful ferns. It was dark, which made it even more surreal. I woke Kip up and we slowly made our way to Eureka, California…a community of about 25,000 people.

We loved the little seaport town. The two industries that support the area are fishing and lumber. Most of the houses near the port are Victorian in style…colorful with lots of gingerbread. We looked around and liked what we saw so the next day we visited a couple of banks to check out the employment situation.  Kip was working at a bank in Casper at the time and I was a loan officer for a mortgage company. He was interviewed at the second bank and was told they had a bank in Fortuna which was about twenty miles south. They were accepting applications for the position of bank manager. I could tell Kip was a serious contender.

We left Eureka and drove to Fortuna. It is a smaller community, but equally pretty. It was surrounded by forests and about fifteen miles from the beach. As we were leaving Fortuna, we got a call from Kip’s mom. She had taken Mason, who was in fifth grade at the time, to the doctor. He had the beginnings of a cold when we left, but we were shocked when she told us he had mononucleosis. It’s a terrible feeling to know there is at least a two-day drive separating you from your very sick child. I didn’t think we would ever get there. Even knowing he was in good hands didn’t help.

Mason ended up spending six weeks at home. I left my job and took care of him. When he returned to school, he could only go for 1/2 days until he built up his strength? A few weeks later, Kip was offered the bank manager position in Fortuna. He flew out to meet with the bank president in Eureka and ended up accepting the position.

It was the middle of November, on the heels of a snowstorm when we left Casper. Kip was driving a moving truck, towing my car, and I drove his Audi. Heather was in California at the time, but we had Heidi, Mason, Craig and our Airedale, Calamity Jane. We had no idea what kind of adventure we were embarking on.

Mom with Calamity Jane and Calamity swimming

I will continue with this story tomorrow as there are some crazy experiences to tell you about. I wish I could show you some pictures, but they’re in the storage unit.

(I just found a Polaroid of us at the beach. It was an experience we often talk about. I will write about it tomorrow.)

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Good night…