MYSTERY SOLVED

I keep finding fur in the bathroom sink.

Not a lot-just enough for me to get out the Windex and paper towels each time I see it.

Where could it be coming from?  Is my RV floor fan too powerful?  Do I need to vacuum more than once a day?

I dust, I clean - where in the world is this fur coming from?

AHA!

WILLIAMSBURG POTTERY

Enjoy a whole new shopping experience at Virginia’s shopping landmark! 

Transformed from a no-frills warehouse, the new Williamsburg Pottery 

combines the charm of a traditional European market town with 

21st-century convenience and Southern hospitality.

1/2 mile of attractive new buildings

160,000 square feet of fabulous shopping

1000’s of unique new items

Spacious new Au Bon Pain café bakery

The rest of the Pottery’s older facilities behind the railroad tracks
remain closed. 

Monday - Saturday, 9 am - 9 pm 

Sunday, 10 am - 6 pm 

BORN TO SING, NO PLAN B

This is a single from Van Morrison's new album released on October 2, 2012

 BORN TO SING, NO PLAN B

  Critics say that it is no ASTRAL WEEKS but 

then again

this isn't 1968, either.

I consider this a well done album typical of the Van Morrison style.

True Van fans will love it!

GRIEF

I have come to believe that time does heal.  The healing comes in little pieces, one at a time, like some complicated puzzle that appears impossible to put together.  And, sometimes, it surprises me.

I was shopping in Home Depot when one of Dave's favorite songs came on.  I didn't have that OMG, I'VE BEEN KICKED IN THE STOMACH feeling.  I was expecting it - almost anticipating it - but it just wasn't there.  Instead, I recalled a really nice moment with Dave.  And I smiled.

I guess time does heal.

Working on the RV - the latest

I have been busy as a bee all week - papering the walls of the RV.  The former owner put blue wallpaper over the original walls in the kitchen.  I painted the bedroom walls two years ago right before Dave and I moved in (which was a bad idea because the paper underneath started to bubble).  The bathroom still had the original wall paneling - white with little blue flowers on it - very 1980's.

I never planned on redoing the entire RV but the bedroom paper (Contact Paper from WalMart) went up so easily and it turned out so well that I moved on to the kitchen.  I had some extra paper left over after the kitchen was finished so I began the bathroom.

Now my RV looks cleaner and brighter and coordinated.  The "coffee bar" in the kitchen is actually one of those shelves with the wooden pegs that you can display your plates on.  I turned it upside down!  I found it on my way home from Waffle House with Landon. 

Here are some pictures of my "projects".




The "coffee bar" includes your choice of caramel, chocolate or raspberry syrups!



 

One view of my bedroom



Now I am working on the bathroom



ALFONS MUCHA

I would like to introduce to you one of my favorite artists.

His beautiful paintings speak for themselves.

Birth Name	Alfons Maria Mucha
Born	(1860-07-24)24 July 1860 Ivančice, Moravia, Austrian Empire (present Czech Republic)
Died	14 July 1939(1939-07-14) (aged 78) Prague, Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia

 

 

 

 

	(1860-07-24)

WINTER IS A COMIN'!

As September approaches thoughts of winter months are beginning to creep into the minds of the fulltime RVers.  I am sure all of us who didn't throw in the towel after the first winter have learned from our past mistakes. 

There is nothing quite like waking up at two in the  morning and realizing that you have somehow overloaded the circuit board and you have not had any heat for hours!  Leaving what little warmth you have left in the RV to go outside in the snow and wind to reset the box is a mistake you will only want to make once!  And, of course, it takes forever to re-heat an RV when it's 18 degrees out!

We have learned to turn off the heater for the few minutes it takes to microwave water for coffee.

We have also learned to make sure the propane tank is FULL - especially when the weatherman says "SNOW"!

 

We put up lined curtains, lay down extra rugs and insulate, insulate, insulate. We fill every little open nook and cranny to keep out Old Man Winter's chill.

 

And yet we love it.  Love it like a mountain climber or a deep sea diver or any other extreme sportsman loves their sport.  Love the preparation.  Love the endurance contest.  Love the survival instinct that kicks in when the weatherman calls for that foot of snow.  Love the thrill of that first Spring day when we realize we made it through another Winter.

 

Yes, I do believe we ARE brave - even if my daughter has another word for it!   : )