Today’s adventure: Tales From the RV Park – Stray Cats and Wounded Men. I am at an RV park in southern Alabama. I’ve been here about a year. There are around 100-150 people here, mostly seniors, mostly single. Lots of heavy drinkers. As some of you may recall, I don’t drink any more.
But, wait! There's more...As many of you know, Pye doesn’t travel well. You may recall the time she destroyed her brand new (cloth) carrier in a howling fit a few years ago.
But, wait! There's more...“I’m trading you two in for good kids,” my dad bellowed to Chickenbone and I one summer day long ago after we’d been acting up.
We were shocked. “Trade us in? What do you mean?”, one of us asked.
But, wait! There's more...Another one of those anniversaries of my birthday is approaching. I’ve celebrated a few anniversaries of my 27th birthday, and even anniversaries of my 29th, but that may have to change.
But, wait! There's more...A conversation about talking to your cat started on Facebook after a friend posted the above graphic. Many people were quick to confess their conversations with a cat. It seems we all talk to our pets, and are completely secure in this. If we are ‘crazy cat people’, we’re all OK with others knowing it. I, for one, will talk to my cat in front of people without a second thought.
But, wait! There's more...Why is it when some people have an issue, rather than discuss it like a rational human being they decide to lash out? *sigh*
Or even worse, they assume something completely moronic and then lash out like they know everything? And why is it some people run the minute there is any conflict? How can you get to be that old and not have learned SOME communication skills??
But never mind this for now, I really don’t care. Instead I will try to live by this message from Joel Osteen (posted on Facebook, thanks to reader Greg V.):
But, wait! There's more...I know how much you all love my poetry, since Train and Tumbleweed got such rave reviews… (<—dripping with sarcasm), so I wrote another poem for you. This is what happened the other night to my neighbor’s awning during another huge storm in Texas. Ode To An Awning A fine product by Dometic, … But, wait! There’s more…
I’m at the Sioux Falls airport checking in for my return flight to Austin (via snowy Denver). At the security check point I put all my stuff on the conveyer belt and turn around to go through the metal detector. But there is no metal detector. In its place is … But, wait! There’s more…
(…and there’s a title which Google will never serve up in a search) Or it keeps the blues away. I don’t know. I can’t be expected to remember these things. It’s all I can do to remember what I had for breakfast this morning. (Go on, take a moment… can … But, wait! There’s more…
I told my therapist about you. t-shirts By now you’re all aware of The Great RV Roll-about. Maybe more so than you’d like. Hey, it could be worse – this could be another post about my cat. For those of you living vicariously through my experiences, I thought you’d … But, wait! There’s more…
