A lot is happening every day, but it is so hard to write about stuff as it is happening. I'm going to have to get used to live-blogging I guess. Don’t think I’m a tweet-grrl, but “never say never” as my bro always reminds me.
After the kids went home, I got the blues. No. Capital B Blues! Read More
I’ve been having these episodes, where feel like I ate a bag of candy with a pot of espresso as a chaser. (I don’t eat sugar or drink coffee these days, but have done in the past, so I know the feeling.) I just suddenly become breathless, shaky, and weak. Read More
You’d think that cleaning out miles of files, shredding acres of papers would be lonely, boring work. But no. For me, it’s another life review. I’m still trying to adjust to the idea that Mom is gone, so maybe this is a good task for me today. Read More
OMG! 173 days until I am out of here!
Recently met with Jess, the young woman who is probably going to sublet my apartment while I am on the road. Omg omg omg! Read More
I drove 50 miles south, to Lakewood New Jersey to Camping World. Gave the receptionist my name, phone # email and address. Now, it’s official!
Tall Paul, used to play basketball. He played in Europe for couple years after school, played for the Knicks for 3 months. Someone came down on his ankle, and now he sells RVs. They actually had no class B/vans on their lot at this time. Read More
I watched Jane Fonda’s talk about the third act.
She has done a lot of research and writing about aging, as it has happened to her. She calls it The Third Act. I like that metaphor. If I view my life as a play, Act I is childhood, Act II is my (young, productive) early adulthood, and Act III would be these retired years. Read More
I woke up scared this morning. In my bed. In my apartment. What if I hear something while sleeping alone in my camper, and it’s dark? I won’t be able to just drive away if I’m plugged into the electric and water in a campsite. What would I do? Will I buy a gun? A Tazer? Bear repellent? Wasp and hornet repellent? A Louisville Slugger? Read More
In 2012, I lost my best friend to pancreatic cancer. Mary Rose was a former lover, and sister-like dear, dear friend. She had a great retirement package, savings, a beautiful home, but her life was cut short.She was at peace with the situation at the end of her fight, and had six-years to get ready. The long goodbye helped, but my grief at her loss was devastating. The deeply connected day to day-ness of our relationship meant that, when she was gone, I was left with a huge hole in my life. Margaret, Alyssa, and I were the “Mary Widows,” I forget who jokingly coined that phrase, but it stuck. Read More
I met a woman, Kath, online, through the Rainbow RV group. She’s also going to retire soon, and has been researching different kinds and classes of RVs. She sent me a link to one that I fell in love with right away, named, “The Pleasure Way,” I have to admit, I got many weird and interesting hits on The Google because initially, I wasn’t careful with my search terms. “How to pleasure your man…” “How To Get More Pleasure In Bed…” But this does look like the perfect van/camper. Read More