Movin' Up by Movin Down

A few days ago, we moved down the hill, to our new, likely permanent, lot here in Park Sierra.  A beautiful setting on the edge of the park...quiet, private, serene. 

In case you're trying to find us, click here for a map from our old site to the new one.  Ha ha - just because I can.


Views from our patio.

Plus we're filling a shed of our own, where we can store some stuff we've carried around for 2+ years, only using it part of the year.  All is well.

We figure to spend Spring and Fall here.  Winters ain't too bad, but we prefer to travel south into the desert.  Summers - ooof, another matter.  Most people leave for cooler climes.  We still hope to visit Alaska in Summer 2010.

Bruce

On the Subject of Gifts

Thoughtful readers have inquired about our recent posts, seeking clarification about solicitations for gifts for various events in our lives.

Definition of terms
Our meaning us specifically.  Not the royal Our, or even the democratic Our.  [Certainly not the Republican Our.  That would be Them.]   Us - Bruce, Jenna, and Clancy.  Not you.  Let's move on then.

Events meaning any action or circumstance in the aforementioned our lives that would suggest some demonstration of appreciation or admiration.  When in doubt, go with a positive affirmation of said admiration.

Gifts meaning something of value to us.  Again, if uncertain, double down.

Inquiry
"Bruce," these readers write, using the correct form of the name Bruce, "How should we think of your blatant requests for gifts?"
1 As an opportunity to practice generosity?
2 As your way of allowing us to show you how we feel about the product of your creative process?
3 As a crass call for material wealth in the midst of so much suffering?

"What should we think?"

Answer - "Say what?"

Look, just give till it hurts (you), back off a bit, then give the rest.  Knowing that it hurts you [a lot] more than it hurts us [not at all].   Like a sadistic dentist.  Or like George W when he realized there were no more Presidential elections to steal.  Like that.

I hope this clears things up.  Future inquiries on this topic must be accompanied by gifts.

"Gifts.  Not required.  Just expected."

Bruce

PS Jenna does not approve of these gift solicitations.  But she wears that huge cocktail ring all the time.

Too Sick For a Life. Clancy's Turn

We both been sick with a cold virus for a week now. Stuck in the RV with nothing to write about, unless you want to hear about our double pane windows.

Should mention tho that Jenna received a clean bill of health from her six month lymphoma scan. One less thing to worry about.

The literary show must go on. So another Ballad for Clancy, to a familiar tune.

How Much Is that Doggie in the RV?

How much is that doggie in the RV?
How much is that doggie today?
How much is that doggie in the RV?
And why would you sell him away?

He chews on my coats all thru the Winter,
He chews on my sandals in Fall,
He chews on my shirts thruout the Summer,
He chews on my shoes in the hall.

He barks at a noise come through the window,
He hears dogs even way down the road,
He whines to go outside every hour,
Then plays with the plastic lawn toad.

You say he chews up all your clothing,
And eats tissues all through the day,
He looks so cute now when he's sleeping,
I don't believe half what you say.

Ooo, he woke up because we're talking 'bout him,
He's jumping and leaping for joy,
He's grabbed my purse and run 'neath the table,
And chewed it up like a plush toy.

How much is that doggie in the RV?
How much is that doggie today?
I see why that doggie's in the RV.
Good luck even giving him away.

Based on a true story.

Bruce

Our NEV

It's our new-to-us Neighborhood Electric Vehicle. Really. Check this link. NEV

All the POS elite,
Meet on the street,
It's really neat,
And Oh So Sweet.

I'll stop now.

Anyway, it's not a golf cart. Geezers drive golf carts.

We don't play golf.

It's an NEV. Courtesy of an ambitious ardent reader who had fallen behind on three gifts.

No, not really.

Four gifts.

Bruce