Tumbled Words

Do you take your sweet time drinking a can of soda or juice? Wish you could close it up and go back to it later without wondering what flew or crawled into it?

Amazing the things an RV blog might contain: Snap Capps

We almost held out for an apartment just a block from the beach, we actually found one and there were many more for rent signs out there, but that one didn’t meet one major criteria. So, yes, we settled, but we are only 5 or 10 minutes from the beach if we decide to take morning walks… not that I expect that to happen. And we don’t pay the electric… that’s a great thing in this heat…

If this one falls through, well, there are more, but we want to get stuck into studying now, not days later after searching when the one we found is acceptable.

And remember, NaNoWriMo begins at midnight local time wherever you area… start writing! Even if you aren’t ready to write a novel, at least use it as an excuse to freewrite. I am, but not at midnight….it will have to wait until the apartment is cleaned our way…

And, go figure…. when we lived down here 3 years ago, we met more rude than not… What happened? Or are they just waiting to blindside us? Most people have been polite, a few were like non-emotional robots, pretty much ignoring us and not downright nasty in tone like before…. Keep your fingers crossed… could this be the new South Florida? Wait, uncross them for that… keep them crossed that our house sells quickly, then you can cross them for the other… grin.

At the beginning of our journey toward our dream to RV and have money to eat in our old age, I wrote that we had come up with a plan and had to go backward to move forward.

In my brilliance on our trip while looking for a hotel room in a larger city with many exits, I suggested we go to the farthest exit to book a room, thinking we would miss the rush hour traffic in the morning - and this was during afternoon rush hour. Hotels started at exit 64, we drove all the way to 75 to discover we didn’t like the area, and having been burglarized during a trip years ago, we didn’t want to increase the odds of it happening again. So, we turned around — to face the blinding sun, oops.

We carefully made our way back past other exits we didn’t like the looks of, too industrial or too rundown, to exit 68. At last, a few chains we normally were happy with! Let’s splurge, I suggested, and stay at that hotel! OOPS, another convention in town… all full at this exit.

We ended up taking a room at exit 65, hmmm, driving all those extra miles in slow, but impatient rush hour traffic, in blinding sun. We then chose the wrong restaurant…. Y’all remember, please, that the number of cars in a parking lot does not always match the quality of food or service!

I guess we went forward to go backward because of my brilliance, I obviously forgot how well moving backward to go forward had been working for us.