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Sorry....didn't realize I was limited on characters here...LOL
Thanks Priscilla, and ENJOY your time in Spain!! Wow!! You go girl!!
Am excited to read it! And yes...Autumn is definitly in the air here in NW Minnesota! Watching leaves fall as I type...lol..ugh!! I LOVE the fragrance of Autumn candles, and dried leaves!
I've just finished posting the link to your journal; I hope it helps you. I quite enjoyed reading your posts, and I hope others will, too.
I was looking for some great blogs and I found yours.
Your layout is great, posts are easy to read... All around, it's a great journal.
Since coming in from the wild adventure of spending over six months living on the road Morton and I have become domestic again. We have a refrigerator to keep our food cold, a shower to use any time we want to, a sofa to sit on instead of the edge of the road, a bed to sleep in at night and running water.
The trouble is, in our far-from-perfect apartment, we have two of those features combined. Our bed is prone to have water running in it from the apartment above us. The ceiling, not even painted from the last time it rained on us (mostly Morton) in the middle of the night, is wet and falling again.
We are trying to keep it all in perspective by laughing about it, sleeping on our living room floor (the bed was soaked through with the brownish-yellow water from above and we don't want to sleep on it until it has been cleaned for health reasons) and the days of sleeping in our little tent don't seem so far away right now. I'm getting way too old for this though.
This morning when I got up off the floor, a task that took several minutes, lots of groaning and various bones clicking and popping, I decided that we can't have another night like that. At least I can't. I wonder how did I survive the journey we took. Was it just because we had no other choice other than to keep moving?
My daughter has a lovely spare bedroom that I'm going to pack my bag at and sleep in until something is sorted with our raining ceiling. Morton can stay here, he will have the comfortable couch. It is either that or put the tent up ON TOP of the bed so we get the benefit of sleeping on something soft while the roof of the tent will keep out any weather that the bathroom above us can dish out. The tent falls short though when you think that the ceiling is liable to fall down in chunks any time and it is full of black mould.
Oh for the simple days, or should I say nights, of sleeping on tables shoved together, beneath a billboard and our lovely little water proof tent.
Off for a walk, the sky is blue, I'm alive and it always helps you think your best.
Remember, just ONE WEEK until the official launch of www.WalkOffObesity.com on City Island in Harrisburg. Read all about it on the new website under SPECIAL WALKS and see you there.
Priscilla