Dearest Francis,
It seems like a while since I spoke with you last, so I decided to write you an E- notie and let you know whats been going on out here, not that a lot has taken place, but only that the world is still turning and I'm still moving- yes, I'm still moving. I feels lovely.
I just got back from a short trip up to Salem ,Oregon, where the Alpha was exchanged for the Escort and gladness prevailed throughout the land. Actually, the Alpha's alternator crapped out just as I was getting within spitting distance of the Oregon border (you don't even need a passport), just north of Yreka (no, I don't know why they spell it that way either). That was mid afternoon on Mother's Day, and a rainy one at that. But all was not lost, because my brother in Salem, Tony, is a serious gear head, rebuilds cars and has his own car transport trailer and drove 5 hours the next morning when we proceeded to push said Alpha up onto the trailer and drove away, up Hwy.5 to beautiful Salem and a dinner of taco pie which we put asunder with the ease of a large dogs eating pork chops...or something like that. I did some drywall repair for him and pasted some Black Jack roof tar on some porous spots around some skylights. After about a week, I drove back down here in the Escort and was delighted to calculate that I got 37 mpg!!! Delighted might not be the correct word- I was happier than a pig in shit (I'm making a lot of pork references here , aren't I?). It's a delightful 1997 little station wagon, no frills, no thrills, just you and your backpack from one place to another (maybe some groceries, a tool box, a cooler, some water bottles, a tent, and several maps as well- oh, it has a roof rack as well- my silver transport machine!!)
How was your trip? Your hop in the truck and sleep in the camper one. Where did you stay? Did you go to Capital Reef ? Was there any ripe fruit? That last question was only applicable if you went to Cap Reef, of course, although I'm sure there was fresh fruit available other places. I'm just fond of picking fresh fruit from trees in national parks and not getting arrested for it. I also like hot showers in park campgrounds, but they seem to be a rare commodity. Does your camper have a shower? I know there are those little nifty black solar bag shower things that you can hang from something and get a dandy splash from. And if you have a shower unit in your camper i would love to know where in the hell it was , because I can't imagine you, Francis, having room to take a shower in side a camper- a sponge bath yes. Oh well, I guess that's not really that important if the cab of the truck is air conditioned and Deb has a head cold and you have splashed yourself liberally with Dominica bay rum (I can get some for you-cheaper than a solar shower!).
The subject caption above has to do the absurdity of of words we use and how someone reading them, who didn't share our mother tongue as a first language , might think you could go to any cafe and order them up.
Just to let you know; I'm sharing this E-notie with the millions who are reading my blog. It's address is: clippercharles.blogspot.com .
I've only just begun to write things for it and don't even know if this notie itself will actually be transported to the site, but the future is as bright as that tiny sliver of moon that Kath and I saw peeking at us in the sky last night. Be comforted, Francis, all is quiet on the western front. Just be glad you're not an oyster in Louisiana (I guess it's never good to be an oyster there).
Much Love,
Francis
It seems like a while since I spoke with you last, so I decided to write you an E- notie and let you know whats been going on out here, not that a lot has taken place, but only that the world is still turning and I'm still moving- yes, I'm still moving. I feels lovely.
I just got back from a short trip up to Salem ,Oregon, where the Alpha was exchanged for the Escort and gladness prevailed throughout the land. Actually, the Alpha's alternator crapped out just as I was getting within spitting distance of the Oregon border (you don't even need a passport), just north of Yreka (no, I don't know why they spell it that way either). That was mid afternoon on Mother's Day, and a rainy one at that. But all was not lost, because my brother in Salem, Tony, is a serious gear head, rebuilds cars and has his own car transport trailer and drove 5 hours the next morning when we proceeded to push said Alpha up onto the trailer and drove away, up Hwy.5 to beautiful Salem and a dinner of taco pie which we put asunder with the ease of a large dogs eating pork chops...or something like that. I did some drywall repair for him and pasted some Black Jack roof tar on some porous spots around some skylights. After about a week, I drove back down here in the Escort and was delighted to calculate that I got 37 mpg!!! Delighted might not be the correct word- I was happier than a pig in shit (I'm making a lot of pork references here , aren't I?). It's a delightful 1997 little station wagon, no frills, no thrills, just you and your backpack from one place to another (maybe some groceries, a tool box, a cooler, some water bottles, a tent, and several maps as well- oh, it has a roof rack as well- my silver transport machine!!)
How was your trip? Your hop in the truck and sleep in the camper one. Where did you stay? Did you go to Capital Reef ? Was there any ripe fruit? That last question was only applicable if you went to Cap Reef, of course, although I'm sure there was fresh fruit available other places. I'm just fond of picking fresh fruit from trees in national parks and not getting arrested for it. I also like hot showers in park campgrounds, but they seem to be a rare commodity. Does your camper have a shower? I know there are those little nifty black solar bag shower things that you can hang from something and get a dandy splash from. And if you have a shower unit in your camper i would love to know where in the hell it was , because I can't imagine you, Francis, having room to take a shower in side a camper- a sponge bath yes. Oh well, I guess that's not really that important if the cab of the truck is air conditioned and Deb has a head cold and you have splashed yourself liberally with Dominica bay rum (I can get some for you-cheaper than a solar shower!).
The subject caption above has to do the absurdity of of words we use and how someone reading them, who didn't share our mother tongue as a first language , might think you could go to any cafe and order them up.
Just to let you know; I'm sharing this E-notie with the millions who are reading my blog. It's address is: clippercharles.blogspot.com .
I've only just begun to write things for it and don't even know if this notie itself will actually be transported to the site, but the future is as bright as that tiny sliver of moon that Kath and I saw peeking at us in the sky last night. Be comforted, Francis, all is quiet on the western front. Just be glad you're not an oyster in Louisiana (I guess it's never good to be an oyster there).
Much Love,
Francis
