Sitting Pretty...More Color in the Man-Cave

My handiwork meets with Sonja's approval

Steve is still dog-sitting in Ajo, and I continue to surprise him with additions of color to his 5th wheel when he comes out to Why to see me. The other day I re-covered the dinette cushions, which had previously been swathed in worn-out cream-colored terry cloth. They're not anymore. I used up some of my vintage fabric cache, which was good. I was tired of hauling so much fabric around with me.

Keyboard and crayons...the necessities of life

I told Steve the next project is curtains. The vertical blinds above the dinette are difficult to adjust, and they poke me in the back. I showed my partner a nice big piece of blue and white Hawaiian floral fabric I'd picked out for the curtains.

"Won't that be too busy?," Steve asked in a worried tone.

"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?," I cackled in reply.

I stay busy selling on eBay, drawing mandalas, occasionally breaking plates for mosaic, playing Words With Friends, meditating, studying metaphysics, reading novels, etc. Now I have begun a new project. I'm writing a book about successful eBay selling strategies for full-time RVers. Writing a book is all-consuming. Last night I was burning the 9:30 oil.

Tipi, the nice one

On Thursdays I go to Ajo for...well, I was gonna say conjugal visits, but that's really tmi, isn't it? Anyhow, there's a meeting for anonymous former winos like me on Thursday nights, and I go in early to have dinner with Steve and then stay overnight at the house where he is caring for Tipi and Jiggs the Devil Dogg. Tipi is a lap dog with a pleasant cat-like personality. Jiggs is a barking, whining, howling, humping disaster of a dog.

Jiggs, in a rare moment of being nearly inert

Dog-sitting wears a guy out

This past Friday, I stayed longer than usual so I could use the 110v electricity to iron scarves for resale on eBay. I stayed too long. My chakras were shot by the time I got back to the quiet of Coyote Howls. Even so, I was able to intuitively sense that I would see a coyote that evening...and I did! While Steve and I were enjoying pizza with some long-time friends of his from the RV park, I saw several coyotes across the fence on the Reservation, one of them a rare white coyote.

I am always glad to get back to Why. There was a full moon a night or two ago, and the coyotes and burros have been very vocal throughout the night. Occasionally I have been woken out of a sound sleep by howling coyotes that couldn't have been more than a few hundred feet away. I never feel alarmed by the coyotes' presence. It's oddly comforting to be so close to nature even in its howling form.

Sonja is scared out of her wits (well, whatever of those she may possess) by the coyotes, and she stands at the doorway hissing at the burros when they walk by. "Take that, burros!"

"The coyotes won't find me in here!"

The Opposite Corner of the U.S. from Whence I Came

Finally, I "caught" some seafood, at Rouse's Grocery in Biloxi, MS

Holt, Florida--Friday, May 5th, 2011

Let’s see, when I last wrote, I had a dragging back bumper, and everything that required electricity in the cab was kaput…no headlights, horn, radio, turn signals. Lots of unsafe potentiality there. Whenever I was on the freeway, I was really scared that the bumper would fall off completely and drivers behind me would be injured.

I’d tried to get some help in a couple of towns, but it was fruitless. I finally figured out that it is a bad idea to start a conversation with “motorhome” and “electrical problems.” Nobody wants to deal with that. But there are lots of good old boys (GOBs, as my friend Roxanne calls ‘em) who can weld, so that’s the place to start.

I began to have better luck near Biloxi, where I spent a couple of nights at Martin Lake RV Park, just outside Ocean Springs. The RV park staff referred me to a welder who fixed my bumper and then referred me to a shop that specializes in automotive electrical problems. All of my problems got solved for a total of about $200, which was a relief to me, having run into much more expensive problems earlier on my trip.

I loved Biloxi and really want to return to it sometime when I'm not running around getting my vehicle fixed, like for a vacation. Beautiful beaches, fun casinos, historical sites—oh, and the food! When I was out running errands one day, I stopped at Rouse’s grocery and bought some fresh shrimp and crabs that they’d just boiled up and had a fantastic picnic lunch in my Dolphin.

I still have to get a little follow-up electrical work done, but I don’t think it’s going to be a big deal. Now the radio works, but I can't hear it because I only have one speaker which fell off the door after hanging there by a wire for a while. So I think getting a pair of working speakers hooked up would be great and I'm looking for just the right GOB to help me out with that.

I’ve never actually had the desire to listen to the radio much while I’ve been traveling. I keep myself plenty entertained, just looking around at things and having my own sometimes lucid thoughts and singing a lot and making up bad cowgirl poetry and blues songs about my experiences on the road. But I also have some audiobooks and a Spanish Berlitz course along with me that I’d like to try out, and listening to local stations can be very entertaining, too.

Oh, the thrift stores in the South! They are everywhere, just like up in the Pacific Northwest where I used to have no problem acquiring enough vintage crap to furnish half a dozen antique mall spaces. I can see the potential of doing some picking at some point in the future. A truckload of the good wicker and other cottage style stuff that's available around here would turn a fine profit up north. But…getting back to present reality… these days I only buy small items for resale on eBay, and I’ve found a treasure trove of vintage designer accessories over the past few days, stopping at thrift stores I’ve just happened across.

After leaving Biloxi, I headed to Mobile, Alabama, where I stayed at a 1200 acre preserve called Chickasabogue Park. It was a beautiful setting, and I had no Verizon cellphone or Internet for a few days. I took some hikes, got stuff ready to sell on eBay, and sewed a lot. I am creating some pretty wild quilts using vintage fabrics. It is a process that is very similar to my mosaic art. I don’t make a complete plan before I start a quilt. I gather materials that I think will look good together and then I just start piecing. The process is like an active sort of meditation or perhaps a manic episode, and the results are very satisfactory to me as an artist. I get to pull texture, color, shape, and all that together, just like I do when I create mosaics. My creative mojo is really cranking out work these days, and it’s a lot of fun. It also makes me realize how much I am looking forward to staying in one place next winter so I can get back to smashing plates.

My sewing machine broke at Chickasabogue (see, bad cowgirl poetry and blues songs practically write themselves), and I despaired over taking the time to find repairs. Then I found out that I could replace my machine cheaper than getting it fixed, so today I picked up a Singer Simple for $89 at a Walmart in Pensacola, and now I am about to get back into action at tonight's campground.

It is just incredible to me that I am now in the opposite corner of the U.S. from where I started. I mean, it's no big surprise, really. I certainly took my time about getting here, almost three months. But still and all, it is quite an amazing thing to me.