Things that interest me? 

A dear friend, and fellow camper, asked recently, what I was seeing along the way, that interested me.  They were not concerned so much about where I was, but what it was, that I saw, that interested me. He claims he had no interest in my flat washer collection, though I do have one, that I am fairly certain had an unfortunate meeting with a bulldozer at one time. 😉 

I had wanted to send this privately, but it seems that I don’t have that ability on this little tablet. I cannot afford to turn on my computer, at this time, for a variety of reasons, so everyone gets to see, a little, of the nonsense of me!

When I realized it was going to be an actual post, I found myself adding some of my thoughts with you as well, gentle reader. Little odds and ends about this crazy life of mine out here on the road.

Things that interest me 🙂

Being there at just the right time, for when a leaf falls down from a tree. 

Looking for four leaf clovers in a patch of the tiniest little Clover leaves I’ve ever seen.  Nothing like exercise, not even very difficult, just glancing down at your feet and seeing a little patch of clover.  Then looking to see if there’s one that has four leaves. 

Astronomy, anything to do with the heavens is always fascinating to me. Not astrological signs, and are you a Pisces, but the heavens and how they work. Mysterious and glorious Grandeur, that do indeed declare His name!  We are here! In the solar eclipse zone! Charlie is hoping to get pictures.  We both have our $2 sun viewing glasses, one of which, he is using to make a poor mans lense for his camera. Exciting!

This is a borrowed picture, but isn’t it beautiful! 🙂

Fascinating pictures of what they are calling the Eye of God, found by the NASA Hubble Telescope a while back.

Obviously this is not a picture I took either, I borrowed this from that favorite site called Google

Daisies! Of every color and variety. Though I must admit these simple, beautiful, white daisies, with that golden sun in the center, are my favorites!

We are right next to the boat launch. Watching people as they get their boats into and out of the water is fascinating. There were a couple of squeakers! One gentleman tried to put his boat in the truck, instead of on the trailer, as they came back up out of the water. Oh my! But mostly I was in admiration of some of the men who came out here with their boats.  One young man was very excited.  You could practically see excitement rippling out of his body as he double-checked everything at least three times. Then, when his boat finally dropped into the water, you could see his hand grab for the rope, and then realized, yes, it was okay, he did have it tied to the back of the truck. Then he got it off to the side, went and parked his truck and got in his boat. When he headed out into the bay, he had this huge grin on his face. There was another man later, an older gentleman, who had obviously been doing this for years. Pull up, move this, click that, back the boat into the water, release it, get it off to the side, park his truck.  This whole time, he was just doing his thing, no great excitement, no big smiles, just doing what needed to get done, until he actually got in the boat and started to head out towards the bay. You could almost see his body relax, and the smile he had, was a gentle smile of deep satisfaction. Quiet joy, in being on the water again, came across his face.

Being right next to the water, hearing the sound of the waves lapping up against the stones.  Having a breeze that comes across the water ruffle my hair.

Watching the sun light up the waves with bright, pinpoints of light. Like diamonds, hidden in the water. 

Time spent laughing with Charles, over the nonsense of this life. Silly things, fun things, or unusual things, like this. We found this, in a parking lot, and even though we were both exhausted, and it was the middle of the night, at a truck stop in Virginia, we took a few minutes to laugh together.

Photo by Charles L A Smith

Charlie got this picture.  I guess wherever they going, they wanted to be sure, they could get some place else, in a great big hurry! Talk about bringing a ‘run around for errands’ vehicle with you! I still chuckle when I think about that one.

To walk in the water, not on the water like the good Lord, just be in the water. No. Actually I love being near the water, or on the water in my little boat, or just my feet in the water. In the water my whole self? With all the little fishies sharing the water? Maybe that’s not so much my favorite thing, though it felt wonderful to get in the water and soak when we first got here. The lake was so warm, that it was like I was taking a bath. You would have laughed to see me out there. I took my chair out, set it down deep in the water, plunked myself down, and splashed and played like a child!

 Sailing here, in this beautiful place, is on the agenda, after we get through this weekend. They are a lot of people here, to watch the eclipse, and I am somewhat overwhelmed, but the fact that I am here, helps. It is indeed, a beautiful place here by the water. It is hard to believe that I am heading back to Arizona, and leaving this land of Many Waters, but there is water in Arizona too, and a place to sail my boat. But the continued exposure to mold that we are experiencing here will be greatly reduced in Arizona. I’m praying the changes I’ve made in my little world will work, then I will have a place to spend the winter, and that is a good thing.

 Looking out my window and only seeing the water, because I’m so close to it, I can’t even see the ground. It almost makes me feel like I’m in a tiny little ship, and the front of my Little Gypsy is a great prow, taking me sailing to far away places!

Of course, my eyes can ignore the screen and see only the water. The camera sees life in a much more realistic fashion, but I prefer the way the good Lord made us. To be able to see past those barriers, that are in our way, to see past, even the past mistakes and heartaches, and look out to the Horizon and find beauty.

The satisfaction of looking at your camp, and knowing you are fully deployed! I’m not sure what it is, but there’s a great feeling when you get some place, any place, you get everything out, you’re set up, and know, that you have two full weeks at another location.

See? My little trailer does indeed look like she has a bow, and she could very well be a ship at sea! As my fellow camper will attest, that is one of the first things I noticed about her! 

Macha!  Lol! She is a continuing source of joy and amusement. There was some little creature down in that crack. She was bound and determined to wait there until it came out. She even laid down, with her nose stuck down in there, so she wouldn’t miss it. Dippy dog!

An old rope swing, still hanging from the tree at my campsite.  

Oh, the temptation!

The butterfly that landed on my shoulder.  

Charlie making friends.

Speaking of horses,

There was a Pegasus statue. A Pegasus in full flight, but the difference with this one, is it was up on a narrow pedestal that was probably 50 or 100 ft high in the air. It’s not far from here. Pegasus Barn? Pegasus Farm? Something like that. I would love to meet the person, who came up with that concept. One hind foot on that long narrow pedestal and the rest of them pawing, in free air. Wings spread, and ready for flight.  They understood that Pegasus is not a creature that is bound by this Earth. In a way, as Christians, we too, are creatures that are not bound by this Earth. We have a Heavenly home. I would love to meet who ever it was, and talk with them about that concept. I wish I could have gotten a picture of that. But, reality intruded. I was driving a van that was overheating, and we were trying to get to the campgrounds, before the sun got too hot for it to handle. So there was a short sigh of frustration, for my limitations, but mostly the rest of that drive, was a time of admiration, for someone who truly understood my view of Pegasus. Pegasus is a creature that could only be ridden by the Greek gods of Mythology. In fact, when a human tried to ride so high towards the Sun, that he could be with the Greek gods, Pegasus threw him off his back and he fell back to the world, while Pegasus went on to bring forth the dawn. Now, in reality, I have no wings, but I have an imagination, capable of incredible Flights of Fancy.  As a child, I would often envision myself on the back of a great winged horse, flying so high in the sky. It was either that, or a giant butterfly! But that’s another story. 

Pegasus, an unbridled creature, bound by the gods, seeking the Sun.

 As I am, a Child of free will, bound to my Lord, seeking The Son!

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Saying Goodbye

Is indeed hard to do.

I found out recently that all of the areas that I usually stay at, in Arizona, have had huge fires and they’ve been using fire retardant, that Red slurry, everywhere. If I was there right now, I would probably be in the hospital, or worse, because I have such bad reactions to fire retardant. So yes, the good Lord did want me in Kentucky, but I think now it was more a way of getting me out of Arizona for the summer.  

There are Things we have had to let go of.  Practical Things.  Charlie’s mattress, we have both lost a lot of clothes, my doormat.  Seems silly. Right? To be upset about Things?  The fact that my son did not have anything to sleep on was definitely a concern, but a doormat? Well, that was the first doormat I ever bought. I remember, I thought it was so cool that it was for my Little Gypsy.  There are practical Things that have memories attached. Some may seem silly to you, but my step from, Suzy, and my table from, Elizabeth, meant a lot to me.  That crazy step ladder that turned out to be such a great little work bench.  A couple in Winterhaven gave that to me.

Something about the combination of that mold and rust, was really bad.

 All three of those Things have been such a blessing, but the mold issue that sent us running back to the Camp on the Kentucky River Campgrounds, invaded our world, in hard and unexpected ways. Kentucky may be where I’m from, but it is not, home.  Some Things, like the ones I mentioned, are a little hard to let go of.  Some have caused such deep sorrow.  Things that both Charles and I have had for years, gone.  You can tell yourself they are just Things, but it’s the associated memories, that make them so hard to lose. Old photos, precious things from Charlie’s childhood.  Gone.

There was the fear of Things that might be lost. Incredibly important Things.  My trailer, Charlie’s truck. Our homes.  Both invaded by mold.  

You can see where mold was actually starting to grow in the canvas on my Little Gypsy. Bringing a little trailer that is made out of canvas, to an area where they have 46 inches of rain a year, was just not a smart thing to do. I just didn’t realize how much of a problem it was going to be.

But, by the Grace of the Lord, and an extraordinarily difficult time of cleaning, with Braggs vinegar and hydrogen peroxide, for months now, we believe they are safe.  We are praying it is so.  We have both been so grateful, for our little homes in special ways. Now? Even more so. 

There have been other goodbyes.   We sold Charlie’s trailer, so we could afford to get necessary repairs done on both our vehicles. We were even going to sale my sailboat, but another sailor stepped in to help. I am so blessed! After seeing what happened to my trailer? Charles has decided that a very old, well used, Casita, might be in his future.

Saying good bye to kin.  I got to see my mom, one brother, his wife, and all three of my sister’s, and most of their children. Charlie’s cousins. They came down to the campgrounds, to say, So Long, for now.  They did not know, and neither did I, that it may be Goodbye. At least until we meet again, in heaven, by and by.  

One sister asked, as she was leaving, if maybe in a few years, we might be able to come back. I guess that was the moment I started to realize, that we could not do this again.  Knowing what we have been through this last couple of months.  I won’t, I can’t, risk this kind of battle for my health again, and especially, for the health of my son.  In some ways, in many ways, I wish we had never come. Not just because of what we have lost, but because it got my hopes up. I thought, perhaps, I might be able to live in Kentucky, buy a piece of dirt, and get to know my brothers and sisters again. Saying goodbye to that dream, was tough. The reality, even if we could have stayed, would be so different. But I was hoping that, Charles, would be able to have family around. That he could get to know, The Cousins, and his aunts and uncles. That’s something he has never had. I have those memories. I was even able to reconnect with one of my dear cousins while I was there. I was hoping that we would be able to get to know them all over again. Yet.  I’m glad we came back, because it means that they’re in touch with my son, and even though its going to be a long distance, and likely sporadic, relationship, at least, Charles, knows he has relatives in abundance, in Kentucky. Who knows, maybe one of these days he might be able to visit his Dad’s relatives in Pennsylvania.

So we are saying goodbye to Kentucky, in fact we’ve been gone for a while now. One good thing? I have come to realize, through this latest adventure, that I already have a home. My beautiful Little Gypsy. 

After a lot of scrubbing, and a new paint job she really is beautiful again. 

She’s the best possible kind of home that I can have during these difficult times. Although I must tell you, it does not seem like difficult times right now. We are at an incredibly beautiful campgrounds, here in Tennessee. I’m going to be able to stay here for two weeks, right on the water front, for free!

Something so many people long to do. At times like this, I will agree with people and say that I am living the dream. These last few months has made that hard to believe, but this place is beautiful, quiet, and filled with peace.

So, although these last couple of months have been filled with hard times and goodbyes, tough decisions and painful places to stay, places that made us both so ill, there are incredible times of beauty and joy, as well.  I hold on to this kind of Joy, dearly, during those tough times.  Knowing that around the corner, or just down the road, the Lord will provide a place of incredible beauty. A place of rest. A place that brings such Joy!  Joy! Pouring out of me. I wish you could hear my voice, and see my face, and know that joy that is just ebbing up out of me! It is so good here.

 There was one more goodbye, that happened in Virginia, just a few days ago. Charlie and I, were able to get to Arlington, and see my husband’s headstone. Although our pastor and friend of many years, took some wonderful pictures for us, once the headstone was in place, we had not seen that in person yet.  There was something very warm and wonderful about being there. It felt like Mick, was really there with us. It is both wonderful, and very hard, how memories can fill your heart and mind. But while we were there, all of the hard memories slipped away, and all of the joy filled memories filled my heart. There were stories, about his Dad, that I told Charles while we were there, that Charlie had never heard before. 

Both Charlie and I were talking to that headstone as if Mick was actually there. 

Sharing those stories, talking about him, filled our hearts and minds with those wonderful memories about his Dad. It really did make it feel like, Mick, was there, listening, smiling, even chuckling.  As a follower of Christ, I believe that when someone dies, they rest in the Lord until the Lord comes back again. Then the dead in Christ will rise first. My husband knew the Lord. He told me, one of the last times I saw him, not to worry about him and the Lord, that they were okay.  So I know that someday, Charlie and I, will see, Mick, again. I know, going forward, that there will still be tears, that will catch me at unexpected times, but, thanks to a friend, I also now have this memory, this precious memory, of time with my son, at his dad’s graveside, that will help to ease the hurt, and the sorrow, of loss. 

They say that hindsight is 20/20, but I don’t believe that’s an accurate picture. I think that when we are in the middle of loss, or in the middle of greatness, we see things a certain way.  I think our vision is a bit blurred, at times, because we are too close to that moment.  After a little time passes, that way of seeing those events; great, small, hard, sad, happy, and even joyful, changes.  You start to see them maybe 50/40. Then, depending on the event, a few years later you can probably say that you’re seeing them about 30/30. But I think some time has to pass, before you can really look back and say I understand, and I see clearly now, why, that happened the way it did. 

I’ve heard it said that with every goodbye, there is a new hello. I can tell you one of the, Hello’s, has been such a blessing.  I am content with my little home. In fact I am very happy with my Little Gypsy, and this traveling life again. For a while I was focused on buying a piece of land, but I realize now, that that’s just not an option, and it’s okay, because it would be a burden, instead of a joy. My little home is a joy. A gift from the Lord. It’s something that I can take care of.  The good Lord has blessed us with wonderful mechanics, when we’ve needed them, and the means to get things fixed, wherever we’ve been, and I know that He will continue to provide the help we need as we cross the country. 

So it’s goodbye to owning land, and hello to Road Life with Little Gypsy! 🙂 

I don’t know where the Lord will take me next, but I know, I too, am in good hands.

We are heading for Arizona. Eventually. Lord willing.  Hopefully, before it gets too cold out here in the rest of the United States. I know it’ll take us a couple of months to get back there, and there are problems with me living there, but it’s the only place that I can spend the winter, while I’m living in Little Gypsy. Hopefully, some of the modifications that I have made, will make a difference. They are a little bizarre, I will admit, but I’ll tell you more about that, at some future date. I’m hoping that they will be enough to allow me to get rest in Arizona the way I used to.  

Take care for now, gentle reader, and remember, it is time, quality time, spent with those you love, that make the best memories!