What’s Next?

IMGP1215I started down this road of life I’m on thinking it would be stress free. How wrong I was. At every turn, there is more stress heaped onto the pile collecting in my poor, addled mind. If this keeps up, there won’t be any room left to dream of the future, and eventually my health will begin to fail. Let’s not count the fact that I am beginning to get old. Hell, this morning at 4:30 I didn’t even want to get out of bed.

I thought I was doing okay until I looked at my tank sensors on my home on wheels. I’m down to a quarter tank of fresh water, and my gray water tank is already three quarters full. I’m out of beer and my propane is beginning to run low—down a quarter. Now I’m beginning to worry. Am I going to make it to Wednesday? Oh, the stress of it all.

Actually, things are going quite well. I am out of beer, but I’ve been out for over a month. If I can’t live on 25 gallons of water for a couple of days I should probably just give up, sell my house, and check myself into an old folks home. No, life is going well. At least I think it is.

Screen Shot 2018-06-10 at 07_FotorI’m beginning to give serious consideration to my next home. North and South have been arguing for the past week or so, but East jumped into the battle a couple of days ago. Northern New Mexico is beginning to sound good. You know where that is, don’t you? It’s that country between Arizona and Tejas. Oh, yes. Three choices and last night I began to give consideration to West.

West? Why west?, you ask. Well, last evening I was looking at a weather map and there were thunderstorms all around me, even above me, except to the west—as in California west. That California thing keeps west at the bottom of the heap, though. But it did jump into consideration because of the lack of storms. But, it is California. I’ve been there. Hot, dry, and too many people. Not to mention that the air quality is lacking just a little bit. I suppose Northern California would be okay, though. Damn. More stress.

Okay, here’s where I’m at. I have to keep in mind my 2X4 Rule, so that kind of limits my options. Tennessee and Kentucky are definitely out—too far for a day trip, and they have big bugs. No one goes to Florida this time of year and Vermont is, well, Vermont. Montana is a bit far, and by the time I can get there it will probably be snowing. It might be time to hang a map and dig out the darts.

When it comes right down to it I can handle thunderstorm now and then. It really cools things off and creates a little excitement with the lightning dancing all around. It does interrupt my time in the hammock and makes for listening to music a bit challenging, though. But the stillness in the air just before the wind arrives, bringing with it the flashing lights, booming sounds, and cascading water just adds to the exciting times of life on the road.


So, where am I going? I have no idea. I still have 48 hours and I hear my hammock calling my name. The stillness of the trees in the forest, the towering clouds overhead, and the sound of distant thunder makes me think I’d better get out there and enjoy a little time with my good buddy, Mr. Hammock. I’ll take a short nap and see what jumps out at me when I awaken. Meanwhile, if you have any ideas, shout ‘em out.

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.