Tales From the RV Park: Holy Haters Batman! I have never met a more unhappy, unfriendly concentration of people since Los Angeles. But even the folks in L.A. like to meditate without bitching.
But, wait! There's more...A migrating pod of American White Pelicans landed on the lake a couple evenings ago. (This is the lake where I’m currently parked.)
But, wait! There's more...Word of the Day: Farrow. When your pig got poked and is due to have a litter of piglets. Because this is the country, folks. There can be pigs at RV parks.
But, wait! There's more...Happy New Year, my dear Kernutties!
New Year’s is my favorite holiday, for a lot of reasons, but mostly for the fresh beginning. (I’ve always held a secret desire to get married on New Year’s Day.) I read something today that said we don’t have to wait a whole year, but instead can make every day a Happy New Day.
But, wait! There's more...Perpetually Plastered (first introduced here) has done it again.
But let me back up a bit… Perpetually Plastered got his first DUI at 13. Yes, thirteen years old. He wasn’t legally old enough to drive, let alone drink. I learned this when I ran a little background check on him and came across an old newspaper article from his home town. The arresting officer
But, wait! There's more...Saturday morning at 12:45 am, I hear a woman yelling – and she sounds close by, in my yard close by. I get out of bed, look out the curtains covering my door, and turn on the porch light – illuminating the new gal’s bare butt popping a squat (“peeing”, for those of you older or younger than the slang term) in my yard!
But, wait! There's more...Updates on Tales From the RV Park, Tales From the Office, and The Life of Pye. The office has snakes; a guy died at the RV park; and Pye is still nutty.
But, wait! There's more...Pye, Pye, Pye. *shaking my head*
Last night I gave her regular bowl of kibbles. As usual, she hopped up to the RV dash and started eating. I went back to doing my usual – something that included sitting on the couch. A minute later there is a huge commotion from the RV dash and Pye is scrambling to get away from the area, leaping over furniture.
But, wait! There's more...Yes, folks it’s true, I have left Cow-Chicken-Oil Town and am now at a new one. Still in Texas, this town has oil, but no cows or chickens! The new RV park is larger, has a pool, a rec room, and more people! This means new fodder for Tales.
But, wait! There's more...And that’s why I’m back volunteering at the park as a Park Host today when a little girl runs in to the office and yells, “Someone in the lake is yelling ‘HELP! HELP!’.”
But, wait! There's more...
