Old Diary

The Battle of the Bulge

I’m winning.  At least I think I’m winning.  It’s a lifelong battle and for a couple years I stopped fighting, but steady-on wins the battle.  or is it the batter…. No… battle.pot belly

That recent heart-problem “thing” from last fall put determination back into the battle with my waistline.  I have been losing.  Not as fast as I have on other occasions — but it’s been a slow, steady reduction and at the moment I’m 27 lbs down from my high.

I have a long way to go, but I’m optimistic. All I have to do is keep after it, and keep active.

I don’t know about anyone else — and I know weight loss people tell you to weigh yourself only once a week — but I have to get on the scale every single day.  If I don’t I neither hold my weight nor lose weight.

Fact of the matter is:  I enjoy eating. I love eating.

All my life I have avoided sandwiches. I didn’t grow up with them — aside from necessary sandwiches in my lunch bag at school — there were NO school lunch programs that I remember — they may have been there but I never ate at them.  My dad didn’t like sandwiches so mom never made meals at home involving sandwiches.  Not even for picnics or roadtrips were there sandwiches. There was  always HOT protein and COLD salads for roadtrips: a lot of fried chicken and fried breaded pork chops with good old tangy german style potato salad. The males in our family, famished as we must have been, always had hot food at our fingertips.steam-food

The lesson behind all that hot food was if it’s served hot it should be eaten hot.  And growing up I learned to dislike LUKEWARM or tepid food.  I’ve always been the guy who might have had time to converse while eating, but who had a priority whilst at the table:  eating my food while it was HOT.

I’m usually close to the first person done with a meal — and I enjoy my food intensely — and I enjoy it while it’s still hot.  No doubt I eat faster than I should.  I remember reading all the good things that happen when you chew your food.  **** — and I’ve been noticing recently that the more I slow down the less food actually satisfies me. My brain has a chance to realize that the stomach is no longer asking for food — and it’s able to send those signals before I’ve wolfed down more food than I needed in the first place.

The doctor was encouraging Clean Eating with the 6 meals per day routine — but we haven’t been able to get the hang of that.  Most of the time we’re lucky to get in two meals — one mid morning and one mid afternoon.

overweight beach

it’s a good reminder of what I don’t want to look like any more.

RV cooking continues to be different from cooking in any of our old houses.  Granted, the replacement of our NeverCold refrigerator (Norcold when I’m not being sarcastic)  with a household refrigerator has made a little difference in how we cook but not a lot.  We continue doing the 20 minute meal — almost exclusively from raw, un-processed ingredients (other than frozen vegetables).  I can’t remember the last time I fried anything — I do a lot of sautéing but we stay away from deep fat.  The biggest impediment to normalizing our meals is the fact that we keep moving around and finding the kind of raw ingredients I’m looking for changes from place to place.  I never realized how ingrained shopping had become in Milwaukee.  It only makes sense — but unless you think about it the impact of being in different places doesn’t jump up and say, “Here look at me.”

We have almost completely given up on buffets.  The only real hold out to that is the occasional Chinese buffet — I need my Hot & Sour Soup fixes!!!!!  Well, there are also the times when Mel & her fiancé are around — Drew needs to eat and sometimes a buffet is just an easy solution for a growing young man! 🙂

We are both feeling better as a result of our efforts.  We are definitely getting more exercise than we had been.  Even though the park here is far from flat & level the roads are paved and we walk them quite a bit  — which is helping both the weight loss and the cardio conditioning.

I think we’ve kept out restaurant visits down to less than one per week — that may be a record, or near record for us.  We never did a lot of restaurant eating but two or three meals a week weren’t all that uncommon if we were in a touring-the-area mode.  It’s easier to grab a bite in a local establishment if we snooping around an area and that also gives us a better feel for the local social atmosphere.

Mostly we had been doing the high protein/low carb diet but I am a guy who craves my carbs so every few days we throw in a little this or a little that just to keep from developing a craving that might result in a binge of something — like bread or pasta.  That said, poor Peggy is struggling to get along without as many pasta fixes.  Whereas I’m the guy who needs bread — she’s the gal who needs here pasta.

I hope by the time we get to Milwaukee in September I’ll be another 10 or 20 pounds lighter.  All we can do is try our little bit each and every day.  While still enjoying life — after all, what’s the sense of getting to retirement if you aren’t enjoying it?

Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll be here to chat in the morning.

Old Diary

The Date is Set!

weddingbellsWe got the news from our daughter that the Grand-Kid has set the wedding date for next Spring. We can begin thinking in concrete terms about post-Highland Ridge travel plans!

After last year’s medical travel delay fiasco it would be nice to have an earlier plan in place instead of ending up sort of  waiting-out-the-winter somewhere as we felt we did last Winter.

There has been the seminal thought in the back of our mind that we might inquire about returning here for another summer — seeing as the wedding is in Wisconsin, and the date is early enough — that would be doable possibility.  But, it’s not an ace-in-the-hole and we don’t know how we might feel about the CORPS by the end of the summer or how they feel about us.  So that’s just a niggling thought in the back of our minds.

11986505_10152969506017330_1306870677532854844_nAlong with the wedding date news,  we also  heard that Melanie also is trying out a new fun gig.  She has her first chance to teach a class in American Tribal Dance.  If you don’t know about American Tribal Dance it’s a amalgam of a variety of belly dance -ish styles.  She’s been involved in the scene since early in college.  (I never knew that you could get college credits for taking a course in Belly Dancing! — but hey, it’s a strange new world out there)  And it’s interesting to see and hear the things the next generation choose to get involved with.

In the meantime we still have work to do and to try doing it in between raindrops.  It’s typical Wisconsin Spring weather really — nothing we aren’t accustomed to — so we run between the rain drops and keep our golf cart covered with a tarp if the forecast is really bad — otherwise we just wipe off the seats and the windshield and go about our business.

We ‘got rid’ of a nagging problem this morning.  We’ve had a contractor staying in the campground and there have been issues about fees and dogs and various things — I was glad to see the 5th wheel pull out as scheduled — we have new campers coming in today and there was some reason to be concerned about whether he would actually have his unit out before the new arrivals.

That’s not something I normally ever fret about — departures before new arrivals.  It’s pretty neat the way most campers are cooperative in that regard.  We’ve all been the camper coming into the park and we all want to arrive to a site ready for us — but that doesn’t always happen. Last year, twice in a row, we moved from place to place and we arrived 1 o’clock-ish and our sit was still being occupied by the previous camper.  They eventually moved, but most campgrounds don’t actually have much space for you to hang out in while you wait for someone else to move.  And that’s particularly true here at Highland Ridge.  With all of our trees, there aren’t WIDE roads, or spare parking areas.  Cooperative campers make life a lot easier!

Don’t mind me if I’m a bit out of it.  Just thinking about our Grand-One getting married has me in a sentimental mood and I think I’m just going to stop here for today and bask in a brain full of happy memories!  Thanks for stopping by and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.

Old Diary

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart

Forty-Seven years ago I had no idea what being married for 47 years could be like!  I was young — in those days at age 19 I still had to be signed for by a parent if I wanted to marry.  And, OH! — I was marrying an older woman.  She was all of 21.  The world was our oyster — but at our age neither of us had ever eaten an oyster, or even shucked one for that matter.

And today, 47 years later I can’t imagine life without Peggy.

We have always heard about how difficult it is to make a marriage work but we’ve never found that to be true.  We surely have been blessed, but as I’ve shared before, ours was not your typical courtship — I proposed to Peggy  we ever went on a date — and we were married a scant three months later.  What we had were commonalities in our view of life and our purpose on earth from there we started building a life and I really can’t remember the last time we disagreed on much of anything.

There is something good about sort of ‘growing up’ together.  Who we were becoming was still very much in a state of flux but we grew together and we have pretty much always done almost everything together.  She was the woman I wanted to spend my life with and even though there were long periods of time — months on end — that work kept me away from home — there has never been anything I have wanted more than just spending time with my bride.  And now — for the last 4 years we’ve been able to do that every single day — and I still can’t get enough.

Sweetheart, I know you read my blog of a morning, with your first ‘cuppa’ that I usually bring you while you spend a few extra minutes in bed and I clatter away on the keyboard.  Thank you for sharing your life with me.  Thank you for being the great constancy to control my whims. Thank you for being the constant cheerleader for my hair-brained schemes.Thank you for coming along on this Life Unscripted.

No one knows what the future will bring, but I know two things.

You can always count on me.

I can always count on you.

In a world where trust seems so hard to find the intimacy of those two sentences is almost more than can be borne.  To come, 47 years through life, without breaking trust is a miracle in itself — at least it seems so when we hear of all the stupid things people do to each other.  But this is the way life is “supposed to be.”  We meant what we said 47 years ago and we’ve lived what we said.

I love you, thank you, and you get breakfast in bed this morning (seeing as my blog is on just the right day for a change).

2012021211542905 2012030106026491 2012030106026492

And to the rest of you….

Thanks for eavesdropping and I’ll talk to YOU tomorrow.

Old Diary

Sweets & Treats


basically a shortbread with almond and citrus


Apricot brandy balls….


Macaroons — that someone forgot to whip the egg whites into a meringue before mixing in the other ingredients. Had a good laugh about that, but they still taste wonderful.

Sunday and another beautiful, atypical December day.  Temps in the forties and Christmas approacheth… sounds to me like time to bake a few Christmas cookies.

Truth be told, we didn’t get all that many cookies baked, but we sure did have fun.   And we had a lot of laughs along the way.  Partly because it seems between the three of us we still can’t manage to read all of the recipes all the way from beginning to end!  But, hey…. we’re family;  we eat what we bake; and we had a good time innovating along the way.

Funny how certain things end up ‘belonging’ with other things.    There is nothing ‘holiday’ or ‘Christmas’ about rum balls — but I can’t remember a holiday season when I haven’t made brandy balls for Christmas. (ok, ok…. so I don’t care very much for rum!)

It does seem as if shortbread cookies do have some connection to the way a lot of people celebrate Christmas but there’s nothing particularly Yuletide about shortbread cookies with candied ginger chunks in it — yet I make Ginger Coin Cookies every year too (except, so far, this year)

Before we downsized there were Robert E. Lee soft molasses cookies and of course (not to be made by us)  Claxton Fruit Cake made in … wait for it… Claxton Georgia!  So many people don’t like fruitcake — I can’t wait for Christmas to get here to enjoy the treat that I only allow myself for one month a year!  I guess there’s more holiday mood to fruitcake — but for many people that’s not in a good way!!!!!

A lot of our family traditions at this point have come to center around being in the kitchen and cooking together.  Oh, sure, we do things outside too, but somehow there’s something different and special about being in the kitchen together chopping and mixing and making mistakes and changing recipes and telling jokes that is quintessentially who we are.  It’s been that way for four generations at least, and depending on what happens with Melanie and Drew there may be a fifth and sixth generation that look back on ‘family’ and that is what they remember.

12139951_942432022511630_4082933761106887331_oWhile the three of us were baking, Michael was delivering two custom tables to their lawyer.  Mike is quite expert at repurposing amazing materials and these two tables (one of them pictured to the right) were created using dis-used maple from a bowling alley and industrial table brackets.  A great way to keep resources out of the landfill and for those of the same taste to create a wonderful, rich, and solid piece of furniture.  I’m always amazed at the work he puts out.  Once he get’s those out of the shop and makes room for the refrigerator project we’re next on his schedule.  Ya Hoo!

graceBefore I forget… I guess we are becoming doggy grand-parents!  Melanie and her beau Drew are trying to adopt an Australian Shepherd (dog). Sunday they visited the dog’s current foster family, they’re approved, and as we understand it, Grace will be joining the Minneapolis branch of our family! I’m curious to see how the band of cat lovers (everyone in the family except for me) adjust to being members of a dog pack….

Ok — for a quiet Sunday I’ve rambled on long enough.  Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.

Old Diary

Puttin’ up da tree

The friday after Thanksgiving was actually more of an ‘event’ than Thanksgiving day itself.  That’s because Melanie and Drew were due in town for a quick visit and the four of us here in Milwaukee were eager to see them and re-connect after what seems a long time.

2015112716292103We haven’t seen them since just before Labor Day and we couldn’t wait!  They arrived with bells on — both looking skinny but healthy and well and happy.  What parent or grandparent doesn’t breathe a sigh of relief when they see their loved ones and see happiness in their eyes and words!

Michael did his annual thing of going out and cutting down the family Christmas tree — a local lot not far away is Mike’s annual visitation and this year he found a nice 12 footer.  With 5 of us trying to help get the monster out of the Sprinter van and help get it set up there were too many bodies for the job to be done but hey, it was nice to have everyone there at once.  We aren’t a big family anymore and having those of us that are part of it all in one place is wonderful.  Drew’s from a LARGE family — with gatherings numbering easily between 35 and 50 depending on who is available at any one time — so Mel is in the middle between large and small.

In the evening we went to our favorite Polish resto for a family meal.  Between stuffed cabbage and pierogi and schnitzel and … well, you get the idea.  We left pleasingly plump, again.  But mostly we left happy.

Family time is precious.  So, if I don’t spend much time writing today you’ll understand why.  Let’s talk again tomorrow, and thanks for stopping by today.


Old Diary

Drinking Deep Draughts of Milwaukee

2015091610043306 From Smoked Chubbs to Festival Park, I love Milwaukee!  Sure, there are times when I hate it too, but that’s true of many things.  Still and all, it’s a great place to live.   And while we wait around for things to happen  it’s always fun to drink deeply of the spirit and the ambience that makes this place what it is.

For, perhaps, an unusual example — there are these things called  smoked chubbs.   Chubbs are a fresh water fish found in the great lakes.  The reason they are special is that they have not been fished in the past 5 years.  Blame it on the Zebra Mussel, and the larger quagga mussels that hitch-hike aboard ocean-going ships.  These invasive critters eat the same food as the Chubbs and the population of chubbs has declined as the population of invasive mussels has risen.  This is the first year in five that commercial fishermen are fishing chubbs.

We were lucky to find some. Yeah, yeah, yeah…. I know they look gross!  But they are delicious.  The biggest danger is that they become over salted in the smoking process.  They are tasty, a glimpse back at a former life and lifestyle, and for me a great treat when I can find them

Part of the beauty of the Milwaukee lakefront resides in the War Memorial Center building and the Milwaukee Art Museum.  The Art museum is currently expanding and I have heard that the expansion is supposed to mimic in some way the design of the Calatrava butterfly wings — I don’t see it, but hey — it’s beautiful architecture and will be even nicer when it’s finished. As you can see the brown trim panels are being applied on one image.

Then there is the wonderful joy of walking the lakefront.  Every city has better and worse features but for Peg and I access both to the Lake Michigan AND to places where lots of people congregate and recreate is right up there at the top of the list.  In good weather we always manage to find ourselves along the water for a walk — and walking is one of the things we love doing most as a mutual activity.

The Denis Sullivan is still in the harbor.  This ship was built between 1991 and 2000 by over 1000 volunteers and over 1,000,000 man hours of labor.  She spends the summers in the Great Lakes — mostly near Milwaukee and during the winter she can be found in the Caribbean and elsewhere.

We’re having a ball and we aren’t going very far to do it.  That’s our kind of living.

We haven’t even talked about Winter plans except when people ask us what we’re doing.  And even then we waffle in our answer.  But that’s ok — once we have a projected departure date I’m sure the plan will fall into place. Or we’ll just be plan-less.  I’m still hoping for something like a November 2nd departure but we can’t be sure yet.

Thanks for stopping by and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.

Old Diary, RV Living

Walk and Talk

The Saturday of a bank holiday weekend always seems an odd sort of day to me, neither this nor that.  Not a holiday, not a work day, you know you have that extra day ahead of you and you aren’t quite sure what you’re going to do or why.  At least that’s the way they always seem to me, this Saturday included.

Good Intentions

2015090510244201I awoke with good intentions that gradually ran — delightfully — amok.  And still I managed to accomplished some of them! My son in law says “that in order to straighten UP a mess you have to MAKE a mess” — and I think that’s gospel!

Make a mess I did! Replacing the DISH receiver was the start;  a job I didn’t finish, but I did lay the groundwork. And then as with many good intentions I was lead astray by the forces of Evil — well, maybe not ‘evil’ — just our daughter!  And when we are fortunate enough to be in Milwaukee and she’s available I gladly put aside almost any projects to spend time together.  As we did today.

Gone Awry


You couldn’t ask for a clearer day by the time we reached the lake — having started with deep fog, the sun burned off the fog and we were all the better for it.

When we returned to Milwaukee in March we never made it over to the lakefront.  Today’s walk along the shoreline was particularly wonderful.  Peggy stood there just taking deep breaths.  The Great Lakes are so much different from other bodies of water.  As majestic as the ocean is, I think I’m still a Great Lakes boy at heart .


The girls walking ahead.

I didn’t get the whole job done— as you’ll hear we got sidetracked by our daughter — but I have plenty of time and with the front of the coach all turned upside down I know I’ll get pressure to finish what I started.

I discovered an assortment of wires that were no longer being used.  There were also cables that were being used but had defective connectors. The other evening I tried to adjust the antenna and everything blanked out — the loose connector I found today explained why.  We made a trip to Home Depot for a variety of supplies and the project will continue tomorrow.


I don’t want a boat, but I have always enjoyed the sight of them, their lore and intrigue.


While the Traveler Antenna sits on the roof….


This small control module (about 6” x 6” x 2”) decides where to POINT the dish is up to this controller. It only demands power to find satellites and to stow the antenna when you move. Arranging a cut-off switch to reduce power consumption is a decent idea.

I managed to get the Traveler Antenna controller moved from one side of the coach to the other; plenty of cabling and more room on that side so that there will be less heat in the driver’s side cabinet.  For that I’m glad.

And I twigged why the RV Park cable that we have several times tried to connect to hasn’t worked…  another bad cable connector.  That too has been sorted and repaired.


The only time this cabinet door is open is when I change the signal source to the TV, and now when we put the satellite up and stow it away.

With a little luck I’ll get the rest of the cables connected, make good use of some wire ties to neaten up the appearance a little further.

Cold Again

In the ongoing drama of Norcold, today the refrigerator has been cooling again since I changed out the old thermistor with the replacement.  I cut the old wire and used the length of the original thermistor wiring to get the part over to the right location on the evaporator vanes.  ???? your guess is as good as mine.

Well, that’s enough for today.  Talk with you tomorrow.

Old Diary

The Gift of Expression

“I’ve never been accused of saying too little”
– Peter Pazucha

201112111303FAMILY1130201112111302TEX101129 When Peggy and I decided to retire she was an office worker and I had my photo studio.  I had been doing weddings, some landscape work, a lot of nature photography, and humanscapes (the term I had used for the landscapes we live in — our bodies.


Most of my humanscapes were high contrast figure studies.


I have always loved black & white — so most of my figure studies were studies in the power of light.

While Peggy wanted to be out of the office, off the computer, and away from the fuss & bother, the meetings and emails, and the never ending issues of complaining employees that had become her job.

I wasn’t in quite as much of a hurry to stop creating images but I was completely in favor of Peg’s retirement.  She’d put in more than 33 years with Aurora Healthcare and we both could see that it was time for her to be gone.  The organization was on the verge of converting to a new software system that would have required her to teach and oversea her staff’s training on software she knew nothing about and that by itself was reason alone to have pulled the plug.

Our decision to become full-time RV’ers wasn’t hard to reach — Between  March when we decided and the end of September when her employment ended, we set our new course, looked at some 100 different RV’s, and found one we loved:  our 2002 Winnebago Journey DL.

Wordpress-setupI had been making images since we were married.  We took more than a few vacations with more camera gear than clothing.  Then I started blogging about images —  and other topics — about 2006 — WordPress came along in 2003 and it took me a few years to discover the tool and implement it on my own website.  Over the years I had numerous problems with WordPress hacking and finally gave up on self-hosting a blog blog — going over to WordPress.com.

Before that I had been working on a small Christian Journal.  So writing had been part of my life for a goodly long while before I started playing with the blogosphere. Gradually spending time alone with my blog and my thoughts became a regular part of life.

What I have come to realize is that I’m spending more time blogging than I am shooting. I’ve made repeat comments about not getting out my cameras and such over recent months but I guess the realization finally dawned that images aren’t as important as once they had been. I find that I’m more interested in communication — which is really just picture telling with words.

Besides, everyone’s taking pictures nowadays.  The advent of digital has changed the world of photography.  Any cheap digital camera can take great pictures.  All you have to do is snap at the right time, and focussed on the right subject. Easy Peasy.  As with many other times in my life when it’s no longer a challenge I want to move on to another challenge.

11754328_501496393350755_8208617142882693613_oI’ve been coming to this point for a while. With digital images many commercial photographers have found themselves out of business.  Weekenders can call themselves ‘photographers’ and take jobs with no business overhead.  Because they have no overhead they can ‘afford’ to bid weddings, and portraits, etc.,  for lower prices seeing as their income from a job might well be considered nothing but ‘Beer money.’  Thus it has happened that for many the bastardization of the industry has found them looking for other employment.  Also, with the InterWebs there are so many public domain images out there that for someone looking for an image to illustrate their point it’s hardly necessary to photograph anything in public sight.   For my own unique sort of work, once we made the decision to sell the house and the studio I pretty much opted myself out of continuing my work with Humanscapes — The lighting gear is essential and there’s no suitable space for a studio in a 40 foot RV.

I had a lot of fun during my employment days — shooting scenes, critters and people.  I met a lot of amazing people.  But now, nearly 4 years after retirement I think I can say I’m finally retired from photography.  Oh, I’ll still get out the gear from time to time— I hope to do that a lot this autumn and winter in New Mexico at the refuge.  But the impetus to shoot is very much different now, and I’ve finally come to realize it, and accept that. Images were my way of sharing with the world.  — Too often they were the only way I felt comfortable sharing in a world that is too noisy and filled with clamor and self-interest.  You don’t have to say a word when you show someone a photo.  And they don’t have to phrase a rebuttal.

I thought that if or when this happened I would feel badly.  But I don’t,  and a few days ago something happened that put the world of communication into clearer perspective for me.  You see, it’s a privilege to be able to communicate.  Not everyone likes to do so, not everyone wants to do so, not everyone can do so.

Since we became full time RV’ers my daughter and I have had our own private blog.  Wordpress offers “private” blogs that are not monitored by indexing robots and that are accessible only by password.  For traveling people like us, which close relationships that was ideal.  And for the two of us, that blog became a very helpful and wonderful tool for maintaining our close relationship — and also as a way of growing as communicating adults, no longer just  father and daughter.

Gradually Katy began to do more than just comment back to my posts;  she started writing her own posts where she could say what was on HER mind, not just respond to what I had been saying.  That was wonderful.  She’s a really interesting person, but I don’t know how much she realized it.  Oh there were/are still those times when her constructs drive me crazy and I wonder where she gets the idea to make up a few of the words she uses — but I’ve been watching the ever-so-slow unfolding of a beautiful flower. 2015082318254602

Just this last week she decided to try her hand at her own blog.  No, “Hey Dad, how do you do this?”  — Nope.  One day I’m sitting there reading and I see her blog on my feed.  I’m tickled to death!  She’s finding her voice.  She’s a supervisor over a mini-gang of people but now she’s finding her own voice.  Ya Hoo!  and Hot Dog!  and WoW!  I’m tickled to death.

I’m not going to post the address here.  She’s still trying to figure out what she’s going to do with her blog. Like everyone else learning something new, she deserves time to twig her purposes and set her course.  But as the traditional Communicator in the family I’m delighted to see that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.  I’m happy that she’s breaking out of the shell she’s been comfortable in— something I think is a big deal for people in their 40’s.

I have long felt that our 4th decade on this earth is a time of huge change for many/most of us.  I won’t go into my theories about the teens, twenties, thirties, forties, fifties and sixties.  Maybe some day,  but there’s no need to go on and on here. Not even for the guy who’s been known never to say too little.

Suffice it to say that now that Katy has entered that hallowed decade called the 40’s she’s going through the same experiences most of us transition though in our forties.   They’ve been married 25 years,  their only daughter is out of the house, has finished her education, has a serious fellow, and is living 300 miles away. At work she has taken on more responsibility. They just finished their Loft/Industrial home remodel and now for the first time there’s idle time in her life to be filled in new ways.  Yup. Plenty of changes have happened to her in the last couple years.  I look forward to a period real growth for her as she enters into a new phase in life. I look forward to hearing — in her own words — how she’s processing these things and what’s coming out the other side of the dark tunnel of personal growth.  Those changes in life work alterations in us as well, and I’m eager to see who emerges the other side of the 40’s.  It’s exciting for me.  And I’m happy for her.  It’s a gift to be able to communicate;  I’m happy that she’s wanting to try out her wings and see what she learns.

So, maybe for my own blog things may change a little.  Knowing that a good number of people who were checkout out our blog were not themselves RV’ers, I have been writing from the stand point of the what’s, where’s, when’s, why’s and how’s of becoming an RV’er. Even my non-RV’er readers have heard a good deal about what it means to be an RV’er, and a fulltime one at that. So,  whether I will retain that thrust or broaden out my focus — I don’t yet know.

I enjoy blogging.  I enjoy the interaction with a few readers.  I’ve never been one to write for the sake of building readership.  I’ve always said that this is primarily my own personal journal — and it is.  This blog is how I process the world around me.  But,  I guess that now I’m more of a blogger than a photographer.  I couldn’t care less about fashioning a post around pictures from the day — I haven’t really done that in years.  More often I have something on my mind and the pictures are just there to ease my brain along the way.  Sometimes it was the taking of a picture that got my mind started on a train of thought.  Other times the train of thought was there long time, and the image is just something that I dug up, or out to help the reader join the journey.

Well, enough about communication for today.  I’m still tickled pink about my daughter and just wanted to share her journey and mind.  Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll talk with you tomorrow.