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What Did We Do Today?

Wednesday June 3 Livingston, TX

Our First Float Day

The dawn is breaking, it's early morn, the cafe is waiting, Babe, we've go to go. Okay, so maybe it's not up to my usual standard, but we did make it through the night without a phone call, or at least I thought we did. Which was why I was surprised when not long after Linda appeared in the front of the coach this morning she asked me if I had heard the siren in the night.

That was the moment panic set in BIG TIME. We were on call all night. Did the phone ring and I didn't even wake up. Was an ambulance called and I wasn't even aware of it? Score one for Linda. No calls had come in and what she was referring to was an ambulance that was out on Hwy 146 in the night, heading towards the south. Let me tell you she really had me going there for a moment. Need to put that one down in my book for a turn about is fair play moment someday. Naw, I couldn't do that to Linda. Long Nosed Bob.

As far as the above photo, we were in the dining room at 6:50, maybe not exactly o'dark thirty, but close enough. In a few minutes we would turn everything over to Sue and David who would be taking the next 24 hour shift, at which time we would have another 10 hours of doing a few things, and also being available to fill in should the need arise. It really sounds far worse that it is, and depending on how many volunteers are available in a month it can be quite different. Different meaning much easier. Think winter easy, summer a little more intense, but still as gratifying.

So it is an RV park. Seen one seen them all. This one is different. This one is home. Yes, we have an RV lot in Retama where we have spent several winters, but Rainbow's End in Livingston, Texas is really home for us. It is hard to describe, but whenever we we are here it just feels right. At Retama we have good friends and fun times, walk around and every thing is the same by way of HOA rules. Here there is an intangible something, a feeling that is hard to put into words. Maybe it is the trees, maybe it is the flowers, maybe it something that simply can't be put into words, but many, many years in the future when the days of travel are over and the only wheels that turn are on our walkers or wheelchairs, it is likely that here is where we will be, enjoying the trees and the flowers.

Roughly every other day I make a batch of fresh salsa. The garlic, onions, cilantro, tomatillos and serranos are already in the Vitamix, but the jalapenos, pablanos, tomatoes, salt and vinegar are yet to be added. It is hot, but only momentary with no residual. I make my own chips by microwaving white corn tortillas, then breaking them into pieces to scoop up the salsa. And while I go through about 80 tortillas a week, I must say they are many, many times better than salt drenched Fritos or the like that one can buy. Linda likes the ones I make so well I have trouble keeping them for her as she likes to use them to eat her homemade almond butter. What can I say. When you are good you are good, and I am beyond good. It least in my my own mind, that is. Definitely Delusional Bob.

Long time readers may recall my stories about how Linda was deprived of getting the mail from the mailbox as young girl. That lead to her needing to always be the one to get the mail throughout our married Life and today was another of those seventh heaven days for Linda as you can see. I'd say that is a mighty casual pose for someone so excited as she was waiting at that window. Sometimes Life is far to good to express with mere words.

This is the only chance at Life any of us ever get. Let us Live every minute of it to its fullest.

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