I have nothing to say but I’ll say it anyway
A quiet Saturday for me, and I'm assuming tomorrow will be the same. Everybody's off doing weekend things, which leaves me with nothing I want to do except keep an eye on things while everyone's gone, leaving me to enjoy the peace and quiet of my teeny tiny home.
For anyone interested in why I call my Lance truck camper a teeny tiny home, it's because I wasn't sure what else to call it. It is my home, but if I just called it a home, people might think I'm living in a typical, sticks-and-bricks home, which, of course, I'm not. And I can't call it a tiny home because most people know that a tiny home is the official name for a home that's about the size of my 30-foot-long Arctic Fox fifth wheel, and there's no way my current home is that large. So, I had to come up with a name that emphasizes the wee size of my minuscule home, and 'teeny tiny' describes it pretty well, while also emphasizing that I'm actually living in it by calling it home.
The previous paragraph makes it obvious how difficult it is to come up with something to write about when nothing is actually happening, and my life is pretty much on hold while I wait for some birthdays and doctor appointments to be over, so I can get back to my normal life. Whatever that is.
theboondork
11-mile reservoir on the left, and the 39-mile mountains behind the reservoir.
My teeny tiny home is parked in the back parking lot of the Bass Pro Shop. I know it looks like I'm the only one boondocking there, but that's because I get there fairly early. Before dark, there will be four or five people boondocking around me, and even more in the side and front parking lots.
A deep peek into the inner workings of a red flower.