The Vicissitudes of Life
Not much is going on here, mostly the summer doldrums, which causes me to lose what little motivation I have to accomplish anything. I would like to go somewhere to get out of this heat, but things I need to be doing, like figuring out my inverter problems, keep me from working up enough ambition to deal with the vicissitudes of travel.
I imagine some of my readers don't have any vicissitudes, but for me, there a way of life. It seems like every time I turn around, there's a vicissitude over here, a vicissitude over there, and some days there's a few vicissitudes following closely behind me. I guess it's because the way of life I've chosen to live: being a full-timer is a great way to run into vicissitudes here and there, and being a boondocker is a gold-plated invitation to a world of vicissitudes.... But I'm used to it; in fact, vicissitudes are my middle name, which probably explains why I was in high school before I could spell my middle name.
But don't pay any attention to my complaining, moaning, and groaning; that was probably just the tacos I had for lunch. I'm sure I will find a way out of this and get back to what, for me, is normal, because when your world is falling apart, nothing is working, and it's 100° outside, there's only one thing left you can do to put life back on track... Toga Party... TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
Theboondork
Part of the 11-mile reservoir.
Wildflowers at Pete's.
Red rose growing in the yard.