Where has the time gone?  [Nowhere, actually.  It's all an illusion.  Or it's not.]  Two weeks now since the last post and not much to report.

Here at Park Sierra, we are busy making plans and preparations for our upcoming Harvest Daze, a four day festival and fund raiser.  Dinners, lunches, hayrides, games, more hayrides, more food, more hay.  You get the idea.  Plenty to eat for people and plenty to eat for horses.

Jenna is making jewelry for a craft table.  Bruce is rehearsing for the title role in an evening melodrama, The Saga of John Trueheart.

Too much fun to believe.

When out of ideas, try a song.

With apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford
And thanks to Steve for inspiration.

Some people say a man is made outta crude,
A RVer's made outta septic and food,
Septic and food 'round skin and bones,
A mind that's a-weak and a truck that's strong.

You load 16 thou, what do you get?
An RV that won't move, and you're deeper in debt.
St. Peter won't you help me, cause I can't go,
My slide won't move, and I need a big tow.

I retired one mornin' and the sun sure did shine,
I picked up my paycheck and I walked off the line,
I was working no more and sure feelin' just fine,
Didn't know that my RV would take all of my time.

You load 16 thou, what do you get?
An RV that won't move, and you're deeper in debt.
St. Peter won't you help me, cause I can't go,
My tire's gone flat,, and I need a big tow.

I woke up one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain,
Raining on the inside, oh my rugs were all stained,
Dishes all soaked and my clothing was too,
I squished when I walked cause the rain's got in my shoe.

You load 16 thou, what do you get?
An RV that won't move, and you're deeper in debt.
St. Peter won't you help me, cause I can't go,
My jacks won't move and I need a big tow.

If you see me comin', better move aside
A lotta drivers didn't, a lotta drivers died.
My brake's fading fast and I'm sleeping at the wheel,
If my tires don't a'hit ya, then my awing sure will.

You load 16 thou, what do you get?
An RV that won't move, and you're deeper in debt.
St. Peter won't you help me, cause I can't go,
My truck won't move, and I need a big tow.

Bruce