It’s Saturday morning, barely after sun-up and all is well with the world. I shared this same image a day or two ago but I’m too lazy to go out and take another identical one and there’s no need. The difference is that there are half a dozen kayaks out there, three or four hobby fishing boats ( as opposed to commercial fishing boats ) and way out there I can see the vague shapes of 40 or 50 pelicans diving for food. It’s idyllic. It’s peaceful — except for the SIX dogs owned by the next to campers to our North. Life doesn’t get much better than this. An Egret is about 25 feet from the window looking for grubs or crabs or whatever it is they find in the marsh to munch on. Because I’m in the lounge on the other side of the window he/she doesn’t realize I’m watching him and I’m quite content to have it so.
The Galveston Island State Park has sites on both sides of the main north/south highway. The Gulf side goes for an additional $5.00 because it’s… well…. the GULF side. But to be honest, I love these sites on the Bay side. They really suit my personality. We get beautiful sunsets. There’s a little shelter from the wind that you don’t get on the other side of the island. Even with the little bit of shelter I’m not in a big hurry to put our or large awning.
Diana is coming for a picnic lunch today. Not sure what all we’ll do, but I’m not in a big hurry to be doing much of anything. For the moment I’m content being in the warm, along the ocean, and just enjoying life without campers knocking on the door or rangers sending me emails.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come;
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
Look to the blowing Rose about us–“Lo,
Laughing,” she says, “into the world I blow,
At once the silken tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.”
The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam
Truly, the best moments in life are the simplest. I’ve always known that but retirement and RV’ing have both reinforced that reality as well as made it a more common experience. I love that I have the time to appreciate the world around me. So many different places we’ve been and each has had it’s own unique beauty; it’s own unique appeal — even the ones I didn’t care all that much to repeat or return to. If I’m really honest about it, they all have their glory.
Knowing that Diana is bring a picnic lunch I’m reminded of the oftquoted line from Omar Khayyam “A jug of wine, a loaf of bread — and thou” — but the poem itself is far more encompassing and even profound. I only share three stanzas but the rest is worth looking up if you’re into poetry.
The meal she brought was lovely. A couple vegetarian choices, some chicken salad, fruit salad, a hunk of nice thin-sliced rye — lots of good stuff. We all ate a bit more than we needed.
A “Picnic” in the RV can be something quite different — if you think about it. Yes, you can take your picnic blanket and lay it out on the sand, and deal with the wind and the blowing sand and the ants, etc… Or you can lay a full table inside and gaze out at the same scene from your dining room window. Which we do frequently.
Or you can stop along the way, at a wayside, or a roadside pullover, as we did numerous times in Oregon along US-101 hanging off the edge of the continent, viewing the surf. We regularly stop along our route for lunch on-the-fly — which can be anything from sandwiches to leftovers from the night before. But definately more interesting than a McDonalds burger.
Whatever you do as you’re making your way around the country — make sure to take some time for that jug of wine, the loaf of bread, and whomever you’re traveling WITH!
Thanks for stopping and why not stop by tomorrow to see what’s goin’ on!