I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to upload this post, but as I’m writing this it is a little after 7 AM on Friday morning and the sun has just cleared the tree tops. Today I’m already feeling like I’ve come back to life.
When thinking about posting in general, I’ve thought that I didn’t want to fall into the trap of always talking about what the weather is doing. But I gotta tell ya this is the first day since last Sunday that it hasn’t been overcast, windy, and rainy. Even the egret that presides over this little lake here seemed pissed off. Well, truth be told I don’t really know what a pissed off egret looks like, but you get the picture. Last night was only my second opportunity to have a fire. Right at the end of the day, across the water, the sun was shining on the opposite shore. I grabbed my chair and drove (not to waste precious moments) around to the other side. I was able to just sit in the sun for about 20 minutes before it dropped down below the trees. It was a soaring experience. Like going right from solitary to the exercise yard.
I’ve spent the time doing a lot of reading and each day at some point crawled into my cocoon for a nap. Shingles don’t let you sleep all that well so the naps have been important little pieces. Speaking of which, I’m on day 5 of 7 with the horse pills and the shingles do seem to be getting a little better. Again, for those of you who have expressed concerns and prayers about this, I am deeply grateful.
The little town of Florala has a couple of “antique” stores, so I’ve killed way more time than I would have the last couple of days studying the fine line between antiques and old junk. It also has an interesting old general store, but in a place like that if you just wander around looking at stuff they start to wonder what you’re up to.
Ok, I’m going to close up this laptop and get out of this camper and take a walk.
By the way, here’s something to put in the category of things you can do when you’re a man and camping by yourself: When it’s the dead of night and pouring rain you can just open the camper door and pee out.
Ya didn’t see that comin’ did ya?
Hi Eric,
just reading your blog for the first time and getting caught up on your travels and travails, shingles, holy shit I didn’t see that coming. Sounds like you are on the mend and the weather may be improving, I hope for you both are true. You write very nicely and I can hear your voice as I read it. Do other people get to read what I write here?
Good luck Eric, I hope you continue to enjoy your freedom.
Take care. Mark
Hey Eric, so sorry to hear about your shingles! Hope the horse pills are doing their job! Loving your posts and your keen sense of humor. Be safe and keep sharing …love, love, love your posts. And you two! Each morning when I read my Jesus Calling app, I’ll think of you reading the same words. Be well my friend, and be careful out there!
Love, Kathryn
Been thinking about you and praying the shingles haven’t been too awful. I am so enjoying your posts…not only are you wonderfully descriptive but I hear your voice as I read them!
I use the “Jesus Calling” book, too and more often than note the message is amazingly relevant to where I’m at or what I’m experiencing on that day. Just a great way to feel His presence!
Stay safe, e. Enjoy. Keep posting!
So, Eric, about this peeing out your trailer door: you didn’t say anything about first checking if the wind is blowing in or blowing out! It never hurts to check, you know. And, should your “neighbors” get wise to your tendencies, it certainly does discourage people from loitering in front of the door to your trailer….
So, will close by advising you to not set up camp near the factory from “My Cousin Vinny,” because it could really dictate the timeframe of your free life style.
Vaya con Dios!
Regarding the end of your post…one of the many reasons women shouldn’t camp alone. We miss out on those fine little luxuries!