I have to remind myself I'm not on vacation.
Another beautiful day today, 70°, humidity in the single digits, and sunny blue skies, it's hard to get any better than that.
I think tomorrow I'll mosey into town, hit the Safeway, and the gas station, where I not only get my diesel, but also get propane.
One of these days, I need to check on some of the arenas in town and see if they've got some team roping I can watch. I would also like to see some barrel racing, but I don't know if they have any going on right now.
Looking at what I just wrote about what's going on in my life, sounds pretty boring even to me. I feel it necessary sometimes to remind my readers, and even myself, that I'm not on vacation, a camping trip, a quest, or a mission to accomplish anything. I'm simply living an ordinary life. And the only difference between my life and most other folks' lives is that I live in a house that has wheels. And other than living in a home that moves, there's really no difference in the way I live and the way everyone else lives.
I lounge around my tiny home and do nothing. I go to town and buy groceries every once in a while, I play at my photography hobby, I sit at the computer and pay bills, I cook some food when I get hungry, and I go to bed when I get sleepy, just like everyone else who's almost 80 years old.
The biggest difference is I don't really care what time it is; the only hours that matter are when the sun comes up and when the sun goes down, and every once in a while, I look out the window and find that my view has mysteriously changed.
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Sunset.
One of my boondocking neighbors is pulling out. I wonder how many things could go wrong pulling this rig down the interstate at 75 miles an hour. …. For one thing, I'll bet he doesn't pass too many gas stations without stopping.
One of the many things that folks like to do while boondocking in the desert.