September and October new home, nash and ?
No window would work for the four window cage hooks but I plan to get around that. Still have the plant hanger for the hummingbird feeder but again no window frame to use it. Not easy to see, but for the time being, the feeder is on a free standing shepherd’s hook.
I had to go back to Timberon to wrap things up. Could have pulled the Fox onto my acre but there was no way I could have jockeyed it around so it would come back out. I stayed at Circle Cross RV Park just outside of Timberon. This park has forty wide, long sites and ponderosa pines.Whenever I passed by over the years, on town run days, there were generally only 5-6 sites taken. Nice and quiet. Friendly.
Staying here provided easy access to the Nash, two miles south. Decided to give the Nash away rather than sell it. A good feeling and the taker seemed to appreciate the offer. Did some work on my property but wasn’t in the mindset to do much. Stretched and locked the chain across the driveway. Finished the month at Circle Cross, then towed the Fox back to Deming.
At one point, I took a day to drive back to Timberon, picked up the 5x8 from where I had it, emptied out my rural mailbox and stopped at the Cloudcroft post office to change my mailing address.
I was too beat to drive back to Deming, so took a motel room down in Alamogordo. This would cut an hour and a half off the next day’s drive.
A motel room, make a guess here? Yep, bathtub, hot water, Dr. Teal’s Foaming Bath with pure epsom salt and a blend of relaxing and rejuvenating essential oils, a glass of wine and a paperback. Simple pleasures.
Don’t plan to go back to Timberon. I’ll hold onto the acre but it was time to move on, it was nothing what I looking for as ‘Last Sands.’ I learned a good deal during my time there and am thankful for that.
But over time I was no longer growing, learning to be a better person. This had nothing to do with any physical location. I started to make excuses to myself for not ‘picking up the ball’, and not realizing this was another major wakeup call. Excuses!? Those alone should have been a wakeup call telling me I’m not taking accountability for what’s goin’ down. What a wuss.
Don’t know how much sand is still in the glass, but I seriously need to move to a location where I can find the kind of community, groups, yoga classes, whatever, so I can meet the kind of people who already know all this and practice it, those who are way ahead of me, and I can learn from. And also help me improve my communication skills. Probably just being around people on daily basis will be a key factor. I know this but if I lived that way, I would not have been able to go out offgrid hardwall-camping for all these years. As I’ve said from the getgo, I never had a ‘bucket list’, but I had a ‘bucket lifestyle’. Or maybe one item on the list.Wow!
When I emptied my safe deposit box in Alamogordo to move its content to a closer bank, I sensed something when I lifted out my rakusu. Talk about dropping the ball. I’ve not been worthy for quite some time to have received jukai. Time for atonement (once again). Hope there is enough sand in the glass for it.
Wonder where the next phase of my life will take place. What new people will come into it.
I am so, looking forward to spending time with good friends who I already have learned from and will no doubt continue too. I’m guessing there will be plenty of laughter.
Wish I wasn’t in for an initial 600 miles of driving. You know what I think of driving.
Why do so many things remind me of a joke?
These two old buddies were sittin’ on a park bench in the town square. One says, ‘Seriously, my biggest fear about becoming a zombie—is all the (long, slow, drawn out) ‘Walking.”
Those weeks back in August with all the stuff going down had me on edge. It should not have affected me as it did. Or rather, I should not have let it. I mean—it’s me. The two mishaps with the stairs should also not have happened. I do have some experience towing a travel trailer over rough, tight stretches. So what am I missing? These wake-up calls feel different. You might be seeing a possible issue.
Another factor as I was wrapping things up here, was realizing my absolutely wonderful off-grid hard-wall camping lifestyle is no longer an option for me. You know how much I love this. I’m not caching in my chips yet, but at 75, it’s probably smart to live where I’ll have cell phone coverage and wider and safer roads without elk, if a quick drive to a good hospital if needed. Remember when I drove to the hospital in Kanab where they diagnosed shingles—when it was NOT.
I just had no idea of how a change of lifestyle could have such an affect on me. Don’t even feel like coming up with a joke about it. You’ll know when I’m starting to come back, when I post one. Wow, I actually chuckled when I wrote that.
I guess writing about what one needs to work through is the way to go, after all.
This is the home screen image on my MacBookAir. Recognize one of our ‘outwalkin’ photos? Can’t see us having the opportunity to take more walks in such places. Or even walks at all for M&M if we have to stay in parks. Poor guys.
Finally realized the Table Of Contents link was no longer working. I hope you find that page insightful to this lifestyle.
Now I first need to write a waaay overdue email to my oldest friend.
Table of Contents
RVwest article ‘Following a Free Spirit’
RVwest article ‘The Space Between the Places’
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