Off he goes.


Off Joe goes for another month. Two weeks that flew by too quickly. Yet, lord am I not a person who lives on their own best? lol It happens. We get the chance to miss each other…and chance to remember our unconventional lives work amazing and time apart allows an ability to be together. 

In our two weeks we are often pretty tied to the hip, though, if normal everyday life together with no being apart for a month at a time we would each have our own things to go off and do…or I’d be begging his friends to come and take him for a time I am sure. If not have moments of fully disappearing myself.

Relationships. Living together. Living apart. Long distance of a sort. I am a person who enjoys my own space but I dearly love Joe and my time with him…just being near him. A balance, perhaps, of both.

We don’t spend too much time in our small living quarters of the RV so that doesn’t truly affect us too much…I mean, there is tripping over the dog (who also likes to lay against the bathroom door when we are in there, as if the ancient guard dog of the Chow Chow in him enters the picture giving him instinct to protect us…but truly he only blocks us in with his 100 pound body of dead weight and no matter how much you might “accidentally” tap him with the door he won’t move. Joe he doesn’t listen to very much (this is a lesson on both of their parts, more man than pup, however-any ex-military dog trainers out there who are good at training the owner when the pup is perfectly an easy to train pup?) but George listens to me very well…a rare occurrence when he tries to be defiant. And sometimes still with people over. But we don’t have that too much so exposure and work are key. So usually a simple word has him moving. Otherwise the small living of the RV grows quite large when it comes to being past the sipping coffee, reading a book lounging, or in bed together moments. Even the kitchen time doesn’t bother me (dog trained to sit outside of it-boyfriend, too, unless he’s cooking or helping). Much time is spent hiking, exploring inside and outside of cities, in urban area and nature alike. With and without the dog at times. Though, with the new jeep we should be more with dog…once the jeep is fixed as it broke on it’s first leg. Not unexpected. We bought for the frame and style and ability – rare type and the kind of on the list to add to Joe’s collection – if we were retiring the jag for some time in storage or with a friend we were not only going for necessity but for want.

I’ll be happy when our fast growing pup can once again fit in our actual driving vehicle with which we jet off to explorations and adventure while the large RV stays put in a location only moving at a more snails pace from point A to point B while the driving vehicle allows us to practically create a circle of sorts on daily (or longer) jaunts from that source.

A busy trip we had. It is spring-time. Much was accomplished and yet I swear my To-Do list for the RV didn’t get a glance. Oh well. Next time. And my month will be busy. We have some wiring work to do…not my forte, but ripping out the walls to make it forced is.

George has seemed to have two weeks of being a fucking teenager which reminds me afresh never to allow my ovaries to produce something that becomes a teenager.

With Spring comes herbs and my RV garden is starting. In travel motion plants. Eventually my kitchen window will be a kitchen garden, my desk a working clean and crisp garden (think bonsai and succulents) and the outdoor area we always set up…an extended living room with grill and lights and furnishings and yoga in the outdoors and now plants as well.

We shall see if I learn to be a better green thumb. I use herbs and fresh as well so much in tea’s and cooking that I’d really love to have my own. And the plants make me happy.

I tried having Joe breath them in and he’s just lie “ok” and me….I am like…”Don’t you just LOVE that smell?”

The differences of a Libra artist and an Aquarius builder brains and souls I suppose. Spring. New growth. New beginnings. It just fucking smells good.

We had more of a “get it done” trip but we still managed a lot of fun. It can be exhausting, though. And the days fly so quickly you aren’t even sure what you ate for dinner yesterday.

Speaking of eating, and herbs, my poor Joe got a lovely case of food poisoning yesterday…a day before a long drive back to the boat. I ate the same things but have been fine.  Now…that is a time when an RV can get a little too small. Thankful for nice weather and my outside living room then. I made him some oolong tea’s with fresh (from the plant he scoffed at) peppermint and also added in a double punch with my dried peppermint and instantly he started feeling better. I fell asleep for a nap with book in hand and woke to find him trying to eat cashews! No no no buddy…here…have the saltines.

A man turns into a big baby real fast when his tummy hurts, letmetellyou.

My month ahead shifts from vacation to work again. Not only the writing, the platform, the marketing, the study, the events, the industry of it all but also finishing painting of cabinets, new flooring and other various RV works as allowed by time…and money. I will also explore Spring Time in the area I am in. There are gardens blooming (various beautiful ones to visit) museums, literary events and more. Hiking daily with my pup and my own working out/yoga because dammit mid-thirties. Travel plans for the next stops with several particular look-for’s (we are looking for a building for a warehouse and eventual build out-too many vehicles among other things spread out across the states that need storing, boats and vehicles that are projects that need working, we’ve decided that we need a location to allow us this…think Coastal, but share your ideas) I’ll be busy busy.

But, as usual, the moment my very silent guy leaves, the home becomes all too quiet in it’s adjustment. The pup watches for his master to return. I return to making my own coffee.

No such thing as too much whiskey. Pass the Maker’s.

Some days in vacation happen where you spend a few of them working. That has been this vacation. It’s not a bad thing. More work than no work is nothing to complain about and I always have enough work to fill the days and not enough days for the work I have. I always do a couple of hours or touch on it daily during vacations, especially emails or whatnot that I need to keep up with. But I think I might need an adult badge for this. I did get an adult drink for it at least.

We love big dogs until we realize they don’t fit in most vehicles. Even trucks run out of room for them.

Jeeps are fun when they aren’t broken.

And our puppy is well trained until moments when we are reminded that he is still a puppy. It can be hard to remember that 100 pound dogs are really still in-training babies being exposed to new things and changes which can upset. And that new things mean all new training THROUGH those things because they are still learning. Not to mention phases they go through, he won’t be neutered until about 1 yr, plus teething, parvo, and other things he’s gone through that throw pups out of whack on occasion. He’s been especially out of whack this trip. Yesterday I grabbed Joe and left the house with a “Love ya George, but mama needs a drink.” I swear to god he was being such a mix of toddler and teenager yesterday.

At least with a dog you can leave them for a few hours and go while with kids it is frowned upon. He had the cat babysitting but I am pretty sure that’s a no-go in the real-child world.

I could see me giving that explanation now “Well, his babysitter, Sasha, was there, of course.”

Two weeks is not enough time sometimes but too much more would result in a disappearance.

And not a damned thing goes as planned…..

We’ve only cooked (and together one meal) once this entire trip.

This basically sums up this vacation.

Not entirely. Actually it has been a good one. Successful on some realms. Joe and I needed to accomplish some things…we are about half way there. Maybe.

Thankfully able to have a “it is what it is” attitude about the whole thing.

Best thing one can do is enjoy the less stressful moments, not stress about the stuff out of hand, call the tow-truck and just throw money at it, and an old fashioned on the side of that sure doesn’t hurt. Heck, yesterday we had shots of whiskey while shopping for clothes. Don’t ask…just know that I don’t mind shopping in these nice new gentlemen clothing/supplies/leather everything stores. Women stores should serve more cocktails. Take note. I think the only time we get alcohol is the champaign served while wedding dress shopping. And that ain’t happening. I’d like a dirty martini with my Spring dress shopping thankyouverymuch.

We did buy the most comfy white lounge pants for Joe and then after decided to buy a second pair for myself. We are both no pants at home kind of people except when not living in a high up loft but rather an RV where your neighbors can see in much easier and your dog and can’t just love pulling back the big windshield curtain for a full view, we, put on comfy at-home pants. I mean…no one needs to see Joe’s asscrack or anything and lord knows I don’t mind him wearing pants for that reason. I actually prefer pants…just comfy ones. But I found the most lovely soft 100% pima cotton 400 thread count made in the U.S.A. lounge pant and knowing Joe needed new Spring/Summer house pants, grabbed them up, then one for myself because….awesome. I then teased that we had our first matching outfits. To which Joe says he refuses to wear his when I am wearing mine. I now plan to wear mine ALL THE TIME.

Joe and I got to meet up with his best friend, ex-roommate, whom I call “the other g/f”, and his g/f. I had someone who understood what it was like to live with Joe. A little partner fun and jokes for the evening. My poor guy. I am far from the easiest myself. I am sure the image to his best friend of his Navy-Veteran gun-loving  easy going laid back Aquarius buddy living in harmony with a Jewish Liberal Feminist big on politics highly opinionated Libra who is a writer and bossy as fuck has him still siding with his best friend in all things, though. I far from blame him. But…those glow sticks. We don’t get to meet up with too many old friends from the island so that was really nice.

Funny enough, that morning over breakfast we had a conversation of me actually telling him how amazing and rock steady and ‘even’ he is and discussing his personality matched with my artistic writers self. That two of the same people have perhaps worked for others, but not at all for myself and that we both agree the opposites that we are really match just right. I believe words were spoken of “Why didn’t I ever do this before?” in dating the non-artistic kind. The kind not so wrapped up in himself there is no room for you and the kind who needs constant validation from you (he does like a good cuddle, my big kitten) and all others as well. Who has his own life as well and doesn’t build around mine, nor wrap mine around his. But really it’s that he also knows who he is, isn’t needy of validation. Doesn’t give a fuck what people think and is the utmost emotionally supportive of all things I do. Especially my writing. Also, he just isn’t a whiney bitch which is something I am just not real nice about. I know there was a lot more to the convo but it might not be every day that I actually tell him how much I appreciate him. We also say it takes no heart and two war tours to happen to handle me. (The joke is that Joe has no heart…but really that guy is a big ol’ kitten, trust me.)

By dinner I was giving him hell with his ex-roommate who about what life with Joe can be like. I don’t even think that my writer’s story telling exaggerated at all. I do thank god every day that Joe isn’t the writer telling stories about what it is like living with me. I always said I wouldn’t date a writer just for these reasons, especially as a memoirist myself. Although I’ve dated two. And married/divorced one of them. I also didn’t bring up politics once. See? I am doing vacation right. (I admit, I have followed the news a little bit. And for fucks Christs sakes that shit. Joe and I had a convo about a friend of his who is a journalist I read a lot and admire greatly…for years before knowing they were old Navy buddies. I just found out about it. We had a talk about why I would make a bad journalist, degree in it or not. Heck…it’s where my start rests but I just can’t even in this bullshit…not in doing my job as a journalist and leaving out my bias and opinion at least. I think that is why Dan Rather inputs his now, he’s had so many years of it and is at an age and time where he just doesn’t give a fuck not to. Of course he’s changed his career to a position to be able to do this as well. I can barely go one dinner without inputting mine. But I did manage without actually even trying…it was actually a nice break.But I haven’t really waited to be a crazy old lady who didn’t give two fucks…I started pretty young in that.)

But, even with the business and the adulating and the plans not going as planned or things going all too smooth right before something breaks and a LOT of driving, Joe and I ended up having a good vacation which still has a few days left with another day apart in it and has gone all too quickly.

(To explain, Joe’s had to do a lot of out of town day trips for various reasons which isn’t something we’ve been able to take the pup due mostly to vehicle situations so I have stayed home. The jeep is to solve this problem but the jeep has been mainly the reason for these trips to pick it up, breaking down, and getting it towed to the shop. And not exactly in access or up and going just yet. As well as he’s had some work related renewals. And did anything go as smoothly as planned? ‘course not.)

I had to make my own coffee today. Sigh. But I write this while wearing my new comfy lounge pants.

We have managed some major good food this trip, hiking, movies, and just having fun. Including grilling with dialog along the lines of,

“Are you doing it right?”

“It isn’t getting hot.”

“It just went dead.”

“That isn’t enough, you need more.”

“It’s not doing anything.”

If the neighbor wasn’t there grilling with us, that conversation could be taken for other things.

….But did end in eating hamburgers actually cooked and of which we haven’t died from. Our first Spring good ol’ American grilling.

We went into bookstores with me saying “I really have so many…I won’t get any, just look.” And walking out with $80 of print.

We have laughed a LOT together.

And Joe has again often been surprised that I am totally ok with some odd opportunity that he has while I am often surprised when he includes me so fully in the decisions for them. He says “I care what you think. We are together. I will include you.” While often telling me “Well you would do what you want anyway. Would you actually listen if I said no?” to me. He often jokes that telling me no would be useless. Yeah…probably.

None of the RVing has gone to plan yet at all. But not a second of it has been bad or regretted. We actually are about to hit into high gear of travels and a whole other leg of RVing and American Roads travel for which we are excited. And in the process and a part of it this year, in search of the boat project (or two actually).

But for today I am slipping into some work getting done while on vacation until Joe is back tonight or tomorrow morning and I know I talked like an alcoholic in this piece, especially for someone who doesn’t drink but rarely, but as I said to George, sometimes mama needs a drink, and adulting is girl scout cookies and an old fashioned. I am pretty sure that is written in the books. If not, I’ll just write that book.

Fuck it, it IS vacation…*pours the whiskey into the coffee*.


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(When aunts send sweaters)

Vacation. News off.

As much as I hate to, I think during this vacation, I am turning off the electronics and the news. Frankly keeping up is a bit…hectic. If the nukes hit I won’t be here to read it on the front page anyway. DeVos will be a useless overpaid bitch when I get back and Trump a useless piece of shit treasonist liar among all else I could call him…none of which is suitable for president, when I get back. Hopefully, no other unarmed black man is beaten or shot or framed or jailed innocently, and no other school or church or concert or otherwise shot up by some legally owning gun wielding crazy nut-job racist white male. Or otherwise. While I am gone. Votes are in, and other of what I can actually do is done for now.
I am not pretending it doesn’t exist or turning a blind eye or not caring. I will be reading things I get on my Nook, or even hard copy, just not keeping up with five hundred news aspects online. Per. Day.
I will be enjoying art from multiple cultures. Especially a Mexican artworks in New Orleans and Mexican history of New Orleans. I will be enjoying amazing foods and conversation with my best friend. I will be working on the reconstruction of my home in progress. I will be hiking in nature with my partner and my dog. I will stare out of the giant windshield of my moving home feeling like a turtle as we drive through the roads of America and remember the faces of the sweet cows that are here.
I will be reading books lazily on sunny afternoons and then napping intertwined with my handsome. I will be grilling dinner on our grill and then sitting around the fire by night with a glass of wine talking with Joe about our futures and our travels and our plans for life. I will sit outside at a table with my notebook and pen and sipping my coffee writing freely with no agenda in the quiet broken only by the birds of the morning. We will make a hot breakfast outdoors. Bacon sizzling more for smell than taste. I will be treasure hunting through antique shops of multiple towns, passing by what I just can’t take on board the RV for now and looking for what is just perfect (currently a mid-century bar I am building in for bar/tea/coffee/breakfast station especially). I will remind Joe to drink more water than he will and I will be reminded I need a snack in the afternoon and my coffee will be made for me first thing when he wakes every morning. I am not sure if this is love as much as survival tactic.
We will bike ride every day, starting with just a five-mile ride to ease Joe back into it after a month away but we have plans to see murals, artworks, architecture, nature, and bird sanctuaries among other adventures of our rides. Historic and abandoned places. Our camera’s in hand. Enjoying conversation during coffee shop stops along the way.Often ending up 40 miles away and racing home to beat the dark. I will be standing in crowds among others with eye’s closed and face toward stage and listening to the rhythms in my chest pound. I will laugh while bathing the dog and spraying Joe with the water hose and then quickly regretting when I end up the most drenched of them all, while Joe hands me a towel and a lemonade….or something stronger. While we sit on the camping chairs outside in my little outside traveling “yard/outside living room”.
I will stretch my arms to the sky in mornings for yoga, feet planted firm on my mat, listening to the breath of my partner beside me.
I will buy more books to add to my still-to-be-read-pile.
I will explore museums and galleries and art among the wild were ever I go, made of wood and stone and oil and of Earth.
I will catch up on pleasurable reading that still somehow involves my work…but I will only be driven and touched to sit and work on my own writing straight from the heart…the deeply buried soul. This spring I will not pass by one bird or one flower or blooming tree without pausing in awe. I will remember to take nothing for granted…his hand holding mine, the soar of a blue heron, the feeling of warmth of sun on my face but the coolness still of spring in the air, a time to pause.
We will play music from my kitchen playlist and cook new recipes…he always helps, always asks, always wants to when I cook with my deep and determined focus, with breaking into song and dance in between then back to intense focus suddenly. And when he has some amazing works in progress in his scattered and unplanned out way I sit near…but not in the way. I sing the lyrics to the songs. I smile at the deep warmth in the very deepest places of my chest gazing upon love wearing my apron.
Vacation time. Yes, for two weeks, 14 whole days, I need to just…not care as much, not keep up, not worry, not write about it, not end up in hours of researching for it.

Any excuse for tacos​.

Slept in today since I had a day and a half of insane speedy travel and marches and people doing things. It was cool. But I am not 22 anymore.
George, when I sleep in past my new building back to early morning habit, is totally down to snuggle. Then see if I should wake me up by peering at my face, then see what will happen if he slams a paw in my face. Sitting quietly waiting for reaction. Then when I ignore he snuggles down some more for another good while, then he thinks “ok now mom?” I swear to God I DO have a toddler.
This time I am not quick enough to pull the covers over my face and his big assed camel tongue wins and somehow invades my nostrils.
But…no getting up so he snuggles back down. Until he then again wants to know if it’s time to get up and he literally jumps on the bed like a child. I am a good ignorer. He gives up and snuggles some more. Even falls into a snoring nap. And then upon waking apparently puppy bladder sets in and I am not sure how, but I swear puppies know the anatomy of a human well enough to do a full hard STOMP directly on my own bladder with all 100 of his pounds. Just to prove a point of “Mom, I’m a puppy. I’m good. But I’m not that good. So how does it feel?”
Past sleeping in and a short hike and a look at my bike thinking “I should, but I’m not.” I sip my coffee while peering …maybe even sneering, from the corner of my eye at my ol’ Alpy. And frankly realizing that my period is like an entire week early. (But YAY I’ll be past the pre-period crankiness when Joe gets home this trip! Isn’t he a lucky guy? Aren’t I an AMAZING partner for doing such a thing for him? Of course, he would say “I really don’t need more convincing that you may be a witch, Peg. And, do you really have that control?” To which I’d reply “I HAVE ALL THE CONTROL!”)
The fridge was going to be due for a defrost soon, the woes of RVing and I can’t wait to change this thing out. We have the best as far as RV fridges go, but we have plans for a residential that, yes, can handle the RV all around. Until then this thing hates me, I hate it. It works when it feels like it and not when it doesn’t…which is typically right after a stock up grocery day. I think this fridge is a cat reincarnated. It decided today was the day it needed to defrost. Well, there goes the ham I got on sale because I refused to spend tons of money at Christmas on something I like a good meal of it and then never want again for at least a year. Good thing it had been on sale. George got the turkey I had from the extra Turkey I bought, cooked, shredded and froze for various soup and salad toss-ins and turkey hash breakfasts. He wasn’t mad. And there went those two steaks that I got on some weird odd and rare I need red meat and actually like it moment…which I was over by the time I got home and they went into the freezer and have actually been in there for months so I’m not worried about that waste. George ate well today, the cat even got her share. I didn’t overfeed them so the rest is in the cooler, to spread the meals out, alongside my creamer on ice because God so help me have to deal with this shit first thing in the morning without my coffee.
So, I figured I’d get on in my day doing some of the things I wanted to accomplish. I gave the inside of the house a quick floor cleaning among other things. Today was cleaning the outside basements of the RV. I have been on a major purge mission as well as scrub and organize. So everything got pulled out of 6 large compartments, most of which I wonder why the hell we have or what it does. Other things I realized we went and bought new when we had them and I usually complain about the space they take but then somehow forgot they existed (light bulbs being one of these things). I made more of a mess before I was anywhere near finished. I am sure in my get rid of it all JUST BURN IT DOWN and start fresh attitude of late that there will be a few regrets by next week…or suddenly and more likely, that one item I’ve hung onto for a year and a half of RVing and have yet to touch will find it’s perfect need and be a must to have to replace.
I scrubbed the little concrete patio we have, scrubbed the outdoor rug. Scrubbed the outdoor camping chairs down. Everything back in order and still some daylight so George and I headed for a real hike. He came back more boar in mud than house dog and promptly destroyed my clean patio and jumped on not one but both chairs and chased his tail across the newly cleaned outdoor rug. Fucker. I DO have a toddler. I open the door to go grab something from inside and in jumps 100-pound boar dog beast and now…the newly cleaned floors are that no more. Muddy paw prints across it all. Fucker.
So…it all gets cleaned again. Inside and out. A quick but thorough scrub. Along with the dog getting bathed and sitting to dry a moment while I did the inside.
Joe “At least the RV doesn’t ever take long to clean and there isn’t much to do.”
Me “Next time I won’t deep clean before you get home and let you do it all.” I always do a deep clean before he comes home because really on vacation time who wants to? So I take my last few work days of my month and begin winding my work down while I do it all so it’s out of the way. Also, this saves Joe trying to help and doing it all wrong, though we have clean up as we go on vacation. It just allows me to shift from work to vacation as well. After he leaves I do the same thing which allows me to shift from vacation to work mode readiness. But I think I may have made things way too easy for the guy.
Now I have an excuse to go grab tacos for dinner since the Fridge is still returning back to cool-off and I need to go to the grocery. And I have my period. And I got a lot done today. But also, I likely would had I no excuse at all.
#RVLiving #RV

I do NOT keep up with this stuff.


The last two days is a lot of work AND trying to get a lot done. My grandmother always used to say “Peggy must be nesting” and I didn’t know what the heck that meant until much later but I go through these moments where everything has to be super cleaned, deep cleaning, organized, and “freshened up” I guess. Well, this week I’ve been in it. Spring Cleaning. I’ve been tearing through every nook and cupboard getting rid of collected unneeded and unused stuff. Scrubbing the odd spots down and dusting and cleaned the windows and window frames inside and out (there are 11 plus two top pieces) and vents and everything. The RV got cleaned on the outside by pro’s which saved me some neck, shoulders, and ab pain. You have NO idea.

Some on and off nice weather this week so I’ve been out hiking a few times and cycling as well. Today George fell into a top end of a damn over a concrete siding and I had to lift 100 pounds of dog up and out (from nearly two feet below the lip) without getting pulled in. Hopefully, he learned his lesson, the look on his face realized his mistake as soon as he hit water though.  Talk about a heart attack moment. But he has to learn that though he’s allowed in water when we allow, he can’t go diving off of decks in boat yards and into water in odd and dangerous places. I think the not even 8 month old pup will get it eventually, though. But other than that we still fit in a good five mile hike (he can’t do more than that yet himself unless we have a huge break) and I got in a couple of good trail runs (George doesn’t run with me yet except for a few fun short bits on his walks and hikes until his growth plates close at up to like 18 months).

I did some really good riding after a wet winter not doing enough. I have slicks (the tires) so any wet at all sends me to my road rash death. I just wish I’d taken the opportunity to just pull my bike apart and re-do the whole thing but I had kept hoping to try for some rides. I could have done it and ridden Joe’s bikes or my other one but I just didn’t think about it until it was too late to bother with it now. Next winter I plan to, though.


I’ve gotten more painting done. I had pretty much stopped end of year because of holidays, wrapping up the end of the year work as well as prepping for the new year and then the weathers sucked for painting so it’s still not done. I started on some other parts like the floor and ceiling and such but it’s all in-process mess right now and in and around my work and catching outdoor time in good weather when I can.

Seriously have just dropped the afternoon work and run out when the sun shines. Though We’ve had a winter of super wet in rain coat hoody walks and hikes, too.

This is my last weekend before Joe gets home for some vacation so I figure I will do some coffeeshop and bookstore time on my own. I am also planting some potted plants for the patio area set up and inside as well. Lets see how long that might last with Sasha and George and my nonexistant green thumb.