|Moving right along...|
Such a beautiful just right temperature day with very pretty storm clouds gathering over the lake… the shoreline is rocky with lots of trees… my kind of landscape.
I've got an electrical cord placed inside Homer through his window. I have 'socks' for his two back windows that unfortunately were for a Pilot not an Odyssey but it does help with at least a four inch crack on both windows. When the storm really hit... I unplugged and moved farther into the interior of the park and waited until it subsided. Too close to the water. Lightning is something I truly respect.
|Homer is not intimidated by Class A's and such... no he's not... there were lots of mansions out there and some not so mansions.... Idn't Homer cute|
The next morning? glorious. Thank you Universe/God... man on man you do good work! I'm having coffee inside Homer rather than connecting outside because it was still a bit wet but the windows were all unprotected. My campsite is such with no one around except in the back and I have that curtain up when I'm dressing and such.
|That bit of black at the top of Homer's window is the 'sock' ... and that's my side view|
|My coffee situation below the above side view ... kinda blurry but Homer's not fully awake yet|
|I'm a freakin genuis... this little ol fan holds water - ice water would be lovely... I have it hanging over m'bed and reach up and spray me a nice cool misty spray of water .... very very nice|
.... a hear a HELLO …
A man's face is peering through m'window… have mercy. I had just put my blouse on but was in the process of pulling up m'britches! I have rather dark tinted windows... but!
Now you understand I can't stand up in Homer... I was lying down on m'bed pulling my britches on! jeeeeeeezus
I said… yes? trying to be cool … said he hadn't seen me outside and was worried about me. A very nice little guy … I said, well, how sweet and thanked him. Assured him I was fine. At the same time thinking … how extremely intrusive! I would never walk into someone's campsite. But then my being an old fluffy grey haired women out here all by myself in a van… I mean… I must be coming here to die … I guess… I don't know what he was thinking.
Soooooo went on about my rat killing and took pictures and walked about. Then along comes around noontime and he approaches me with a plate of food!
I was eating an apple and a rice cake with almond butter and raisins on top. I said…well? thank you but I'm… he interrupted and said … now, these are leftovers and we just wanted to share with you… his demeanor was one of concern and I guess thinks since I'm living in a van (I am) and I'm homeless (kinda sorta am) … HAhaaa… oh, lord…. I didn't think I looked THAT bad… I mean my hair is all wind blown and I'm in capris, flops and a silk shirt… so I don't know…. whatever… he was a nice little old feller and I know he wasn't trying to insult me but … jeeeeez
I said thank you….
Ahem… TWO battered and fried pork chops with REAL mashed potatoes and gravy with a slice of wheat bread. jeeeez - just what a fat person needs.
|Being southern is such temptation|
I decided I really had to eat this stuff… I mean this stuff will kill ya but oh, man whatta way to go! anyway… had a couple bites of the taters… and chops … noticed a tee tiny little bird in front of me…. I wanted a picture and he let me get really close. I fed him some of my rice cakes… didn't eat it … such a tiny little thing…
|Can you see him? little thing....|
|What manner of little fellow is he... he let me get so close that I thought something is wrong...|
Then and THEN the wind came about .. holy moly! I went back to the table and m'food hadflown away! hah!
The little guy tried to climb --- yes climb a tree.. and the wind knocked him down on the gravel! he shook his little head and started chirping and I started crying and wanted to pick him up but he looked so scared and so I called the park ranger and they said they would send someone out… meanwhile I'm retrieving flown away food and trying not to cry and watching the little bird ….. I got really close to him and wanted to pick him up again but he jumped to the tree and started climbing… the wind was getting stronger! so I cupped my hands under him … but he kept going higher… his little feet were getting stuck in the bark! but I guess that's what they do… what kind of little bird is this!?
I stood there with cupped hands and followed him around and around the tree … I guess this really gave the neighbors something to be concerned about… haaaaa…
anyway… BAM ZAP ---- disconnected my electric cord and me and Homer went farther into the Park away from the water and weathered the storm.
The ranger never came and I don't see the little bird laying on the ground … JEEEeeez I can't stand to see a little thing hurt and helpless like that…
anyway… here I am using Text Edit to write this and listening to Rod McKuen and the Sebastian Strings … shee boy… made me a cup of cocoa and ate some fig bars… looking out at what would be a sunset if there had been sun today… but it's still pretty.. y'know? the light fading away… the water is calm … the trees are moving about very pretty like … the air is crisp and fresh…
|Using Text Edit to gather --- I say gather my thoughts|
I'm alive and feel good… going to check into getting a keyboard for my iPhone… if I had that… it does everything my laptop does … little bitty screen though for watching DWTS… Maks still looks good though...
Again… thankful for options and electricity and my iPhone and laptop … :D
I'll post this when I get wifi somewhere.