Nothing to write about today.
You may be wondering why I chose to bore everyone with a story about my draft notice in yesterday's blog post. And the explanation is simple enough, I couldn't think of anything else to write about.
Since my life is perfectly normal other than living in a teeny tiny house with wheels there are plenty of days when I have nothing to write about that's even vaguely interesting, and when that happens, which is a lot more often than you might think, I have to resort to rooting around in my past and trying to find something interesting to write about in my pre-full timing days. But as is often the case, my past is as boring as my present life, so at times I have to resort to using my limited psychic abilities to write about what my future may bring.
So when it comes to writing about the present, the past, and the future, the present is the easiest thing to write about because the details are pretty clear, and what's left of my memory requires that the details be as clear as possible. Whereas writing about the past demands that I remember a lot of extremely fuzzy details about my past life, which probably wouldn't stand up to the scrutiny of a Senate deposition, and writing about what I plan on doing in my future travels makes no sense at all, since I have no plans, aspirations, or visions. However, I do have a few delusions now and then, which I may or may not attempt to pass off as reality.
Theboondork
an overview of my boondocking spot.
sunset last night.
Sunset from a different angle.