The Memories That Storms Stir.


Another day slept in until 2:pm. I didn’t sleep well, went to bed finally putting my book down at 2:am, and the cat came in in the morning and snuggled up to me hard….so that is my real excuse. How could I disturb her preciousness?

Still working on sleep habits, day habits, schedules in general. Working for myself, holding myself accountable to get my work done, eat properly (and not forget and skip all day meals and then eating dinner and a snack later) yoga and bike riding and other events and activities, especially when I have people to meet and places to be.

Now I am sipping my coffee and took a glance on FB and the weather channel to check on my islander friends. I’m nearly sad I am not there to hunker down through it myself. Today I miss the storms of the island. I’ve been through many, having moved there right after Hurricane Ike.

My views from every place were amazing and special. I remember the Artists lofts being about the best storm view of my time there, my second runner up would be my last little apartment over on the corner of Postoffice and 18th at 1724. Postoffice..  I was up in the back on the top floor of my 11 tall windows from all sides but the front. My view showed over the houses on three sides as well as over the harbor. The storms there could be crazy scary and in a studio with two windows in the bathroom, no closet…there wasn’t a place to hide. I’d often lay in the safest away from windows corner of my bed waking to the lightning bolts nearly ready to invite themselves to breakfast.

Rain always came in my back door (which was my only door but faced the back faced the back of the victorian home turned apartments onto my little porch). There was no cover of any sort over the door, and the landlord did eventually put in some better weatherstripping though it wasn’t ever truly solved if the rain drove that way, knocking right on the door usually inviting herself in for coffee, uninvited but always welcome. I loved rainy days there, and stormy even better.

A big towels at the floor did the job for me and the weatherstripping did get better.

The rain in wasn’t really much nor a big deal (as long as towel in place), the rain around is what was special, the view and watching her just SWOOSH right outside my windows over my big green yard on the side with its fruit tree’s.

I would usually spend those days with a pot of soup on the stove of the open kitchen, while sitting at my table working on my at the time mainly Behind The White Gate’s novel. My back to one window nearly butted up against that two toned green victorian that you either love or hate, my face toward the window over the garden of fruit tree’s and aloe plants. The lightning always seemed mad at the harbor, the wind trying to find it’s way in on all sides rattling my eleven thin antique windows within their wooden panes, the rain out there while I was in here. I seemed in the storm, but dry and warm from it at the same time. The Summer storms have their very own feel….the grass is greener when wet and smells so divine after, windows to be thrown open for a gulp of after storm smell in that tiny spot before the humidity would set in. Winter storms were the special ones with the apartment smelling of soup on the stove, the heater on trying its damndest to warm the apartment from wooden sunbleached floor to 14 foot high ceilings. And me sipping my coffee and writing what would basically become my future. Not the story itself, mind you, but the book, the writing, and the life.

I’ve seen many storms since I’ve left the island. Storms over big empty un-ending lands of prairie, over lakes coming at you like it has a vendetta. And around mountains that seemed to move even for it. Unstoppable storms with each their own great beauty in the shadow they create, a rainbow later of the darkness. But Galveston storms are a kind of their own. Over the gulf waters that turn the sky the most spectacular grey’s and the waters the perfect lightest seafood green you could imagine. I often wish to find a pearl in that same exact grey and a jewel that captures that seafood green. There has never been in my life a storm like a Galveston Island storm. And each and every one of them hold a candle to the other there. Even the tornado’s and lightning over a desert with no place to hide doesn’t beat them in their angry angry beauty.

Harvey; it’s a good name. I hope he doesn’t bring quite as much memory as Ike did for those that are there, but at the moment he stirs many memories inside of me and even from no less than three days drive and safety away. Galveston Island storms will do that to you….touch you, stir something inside of you even when you are far far away from the island.


Back to work.


Ok, work month has begun. Even though I slept until 2 and didn’t sleep until daylight….oy…gotta work on that. #Writer #Work #Sleep

I am set up for it. Books pulled out for work. Essays and reading materials and articles galore set up.

The bedside piled high with books by Roxane Gay, Arianna Huffington, Lynette Chiang, Mary Karr, Gloria Steinem, Hillary Clinton, Jhumpa Lahiri,
Jenny Rosenstratch, Lewis Hyde, John T. Shaw, Tom Brokaw, Ruth Rosen, Rufi Thorpe, Elena Sandovici, Sherman Alexie, Jamie Ford, James Wasserman, and Chade-Meng Tan, and those are just my bedside Reads & Books I Am Reading this month alone.

#ReadingPile #BedsideTable #Read to #Write

My daytime Reading is, of course, various News Scources and Politics involved. A whole lot of LongReads, Yoga Magazine, Writers Digest, The Atlantic, Cosmopolitan, Vogue, Garden&Gun, Eating Well Magazine, Vanity Fair, the New Yorker, Forbes, Economist, and a million other Articles from many other sources, etc.

I did pick up up a Scats and Tracks of the Desert Southwest Field Guide as well. You know…cause…identifying poop.

And I picked up a newbie called Breathe from Barnes&Noble a Magazine/Booklet that is about Wellbeing- Mindfulness- Creativity that will be my over morning Coffee Reading.

I am sure by the end that doesn’t even scratch much surface of what I’ll Read this work month.

Currently my google bar is How To Become A Morning Person And of course there is a lot to Read about and on Writing to dive into on the World Wide Web. Google and Library time well spent.

I survived an Office supply store at the start of the School year and stocked up on pens and things and stuff, and of course a whole new pile of Notebooks and Journal Books from Barnes&Noble and other. Time for the new year Planner, too, soon.

So now it’s Coffee and sit and Work time. Oh….and now that J’s gone for the month, I am back to my Netflix of Grey’s Anotomy rewatching…because I figure it falls into the line of Work and Research of a Mentor because….. Shonda Rhimes is bad ass.

To Write well is to Research well….pass the wine and cookies.

#Essays #Essay oh and don’t forget the about 100 #Blogs I #Read . #cosmopolitan .


Wine, cookies, and Netflix in bed.

*I’m not crying.*
Last night was the last night of Joe being home before another month away. Always the sad time that hits. But the joke is that it’s before I get annoyed with him. We enjoyed the last moments, had a hard and fast bike ride, a good hot tub soak after a swim, eating an amazing yummy dinner. Work also begins for me after today. One last night of in bed with wine, netflix, and cookies…..
Well, with Joe involved.
After this last vacation, we are a bit sun touched, my nails have seen better days and a lot of rock, we each have our share of bug bites, and we’ve enjoyed every outdoor moment of it all. Hiking, climbing, caves, swimming, even swimming into caves, riding our bicycles, back roads driving, amazing meals, good recommended from strangers wines, exploring, and fun, laughter, a lot of laughter. We’ve sang the songs of our hearts, and napped underneath the sunshine.
Hit several new and neat spots of America this trip, I have a few myself coming this next month, and then we are onto even more new terrain. Though it’s looking like we are getting ready to transition from RV to boat and the process soon begins. It will be a long process, but eventually new adventures, while still never ending adventures now. Sail to Cuba! is in my future. Nearer than later.
Now he’s gone and even the cat is waiting for him by the door (our joke is she does things constantly acting like a dog to make us not want a dog), today is my latest deep clean time, put some things away back in place…organize piles of books I’ve collected these past two weeks and thrown to one of the couches. Throw in a load of laundry and pull out my work for the next month, unfold it and set it up from the place I’ve tucked it away for a couple of weeks. Lay out my calendar, touch up what needs to be (as I pretty much often have it done with only needing some changes, often due to location and added work) pull out my stack of notebooks and different projects in the works…everything needed for this month, as well as always what I try and get to but may not. And always the main work, my main current project, and the main food on the table works. #WillWriteForFood always. lol Such is a writer’s life.
Is it glamorous? #absolfuckinglutely .
To feed the body is to feed the soul is to feed the mind is to feed the writing. Though through my month of work I work a lot and hard, I also have my time of meditation, yoga, bike riding, swimming, and enjoyment through libraries and museums and coffeeshops and gardens. Even then, though, all of it seems to lead back to work in some way….so my two week vacations after each month of work is the time to set it all aside, to completely clear the mind of work, to allow space for fresh and new ideas, or the sudden answer in a dream or along a long drive, to the questions I have pondered. For rest. And most certainly for feeding the soul. A time to step back outside of the work….when in it, it seems to swirl around me like I am standing inside the middle of a hurricane, it can get to that place where I don’t seem to grasp what I am doing anymore. My two weeks are a time when it slows….slows…and I can sleep. I can rest. And then I can reach for it again, and I can grasp it. Without even trying.
Balance. I have it through the work month, and I don’t do badly at it, but when standing in the middle you can’t get that view from outside….that full picture when you step back; in the past two years I’ve realized just how important my two weeks have become to my work.
Even my relationship with Joe and our work schedules have worked perfectly. Perhaps on of the biggest questions we get, and others who we see fail at it, only very few thrive, some just get by. For us, we thrive he and I both in our own ways and our own works. If he were here all the time, interrupting me at around that 5 O’Clock part of the day, I wouldn’t find the dive into my work that I need. I miss him when he’s gone. My bed will feel more empty tonight than I’ll almost bear. I held onto him tightly before he left. We said our sweet nothings. But he and I both know that reality is, I need my time to dive. I submerge myself in what I do. My thoughts begin and don’t stop and I walk by like a ghost, my body is here, but my eye’s show I am elsewhere. I do it even at moments during when he is here and then he gives me my space and my quiet, fixes me a tea and rests it at my side, or walks beside me in nature allowing me my quiet to hear the voices he can not. Not in the “crazy way” though I am sure every writer questions that at some point, I won’t deny my own questioning. But there is always something building. In my mind and my way it’s like a city, architectural, a building of…
So, our life and schedules work out, and have for two years now. In the future things will change, they always do. Eventually he will be home for one month and away for one month, rather than 2 weeks and 4. And at some other time that will differ, too. I may have my interruptions, or my space where as to not be interrupted would be needed. And we will adjust. Adjust is an important word I learned around aged thirty when my life seemed then to be thirty years of a constant adjustment. The actual word, of course, known, the term itself unfolded.
My writing is as important to him as it is to me. Never have I known the strength and rock like solid love, encouragement, and support. Nor had the sound board I’ve learned to allow him to be. He knows that I’ll receive criticism by many, I have stacks of letters and emails printed out of that and of failure, rejection from the world professionally, from the friends that once were, and from family even beyond what a normal person ever should…and so he is none of those things. Ever. He is love. He will go out on a limb to help me make it happen…..I am sure he would know no limits should I ever allow him to show it.
Life will always be an adjustment, it seems more in my control than ever….by not trying to control it, however I don’t sit back and wait for my guide to show up out of thin air, either. I take it like a ball of clay and mold it but without the quickness, the fever to make it happen as I seemed to before, sure to make mistakes by not paying attention….instead I handle it now with the loving tender thoughtful caresses that allow life to slowly emerge. I pay attention. I take my time. I listen.
When the words don’t flow, I sit to write anyway. When my mind is blocked I will take my yoga mat, jump on my bike, and find the perfect tree and find a release to the dam. Notebook there.
I read to write and write to read. I put it in the work. I plan and make my life, my feet are ready for the boat to tilt…and the need to adjust where adjusting is needed. Rather than to try and “be the way it should be” that I have before. I also don’t put ME aside anymore. I never sacrifice my work now as I often did. When I make a wrong move in the clay, I am learning to move it to take shape, refold it in, and begin again, rather than to toss it away and start fresh, and I’ve laid aside my anger and frustrations at my failures but embrace them to fold them into the clay. They are apart of me, and not something to trash, or burn, or to forget. I no longer leave them behind for the sake of someone else’s needs. Not any longer to adjust from, but to adjust with.
Maybe that is why it seems to be working a bit more now than ever.
I also finally don’t live life waiting for the storm to come and rock the boat whenever the sea’s have settled. Always in my life…good meant not for long. When bred into you from birth that idea can really drag you down, hold you back from your total ability. You don’t even realize you are just making the same mistakes, like a ripple in the water. Again…and again. Each one larger than the last. Only perhaps with some other form so that for a long time you don’t recognize it as same. Now…good is just life as it should be. And adjust is often more of an adjustment of your footing before the tumble down the mountain, not in total life after the fall.
And so….the music is on, the cat waits by the door wondering where he’s gone, I clean my home, and I set out my work to begin tomorrow. Tonight Sasha and I will cuddle in bed and watch some chick flick for our first too quiet and empty night in adjusting to him not being there. Would I change it? I miss him terribly already…but time allows for it. I have a chance to be excited to see him again, we count down the weeks, and then the days. And me being me, yes, after too much I would seek being alone. So it works for us. With it I am allowed to dive. Submerge. To allow the writing to close over my head, feel the coolness of it on my skin, and dive deeply inside of it all to create.
….Until next vacation.
#Vacation #VacationIsOver #EndOfVacation #AmWriting #WriterOnTheRoad #Writing #Writer #Relationships #Love

The Smooth Stuff.

Trying out this newbie.


Reason: Trying something new and not happy with things I’ve been using.

What I like about it already:
* I can buy it at Target and not do the on-line thing. I am not big on shopping
on-line but also in travel it’s not the most convenient. Target is nation-wide
so pretty accessible.
* I like the recyclable packaging This has been a thing for me more and more,
trying to reduce my waste altogether, or at least use recyclable materials. I
just wish it went a step further but perhaps soon and I will write to them
about it. Any tips of shaving and being friendly to my environment please
feel free to share in the comments. And sorry, I can’t stand being unshaven
so that is not an option. *The pretty colors.

What I already do not like about Harry’s Razor:
* That it is sold and geared toward men without a women’s option or even a women’s sales pitch. At Target it was not in the women’s aisle. Women use mens razors all the time (and visa versa, I have almost always used mens and never satisfied every time I try a women’s 50% less than with any mans razor). Women make up a HUGE portion of sales, with razor sales in Gillette alone making up $14B…think about that. But households with women are also the choices of women who do the majority of the family and house hold shopping. So for many men, they aren’t the ones choosing, even if using. So #1 to boost sales, pitch to both men and women…or take the sex out of the sales pitch altogether is even better. Because there really is nothing stopping a woman from using this razor otherwise. #2. To not lose sales and to ever hope to catch up to Gillette or other companies, take the above advice.

I’ll have more after I open the box and test it out. I am not being paid by either product in this photo, or anyone else….I just like to talk shop. (I am a writer, so therefor I am also never opposed to being paid.) #harrysrazors#Razors #Shaving #Grooming #Products #menandwomen #Gillette#Target #Beauty #Style #Salesandmarketing #Marketing#Recyclablepackaging #Harrys #Writer #WriterforHire

A few #reviews for you. By #men , since this #product is #ForMen ….even though as a #woman I just #bought it for not only myself (and I have more to #shave than a #man , thus creating more #sales ) but I bought one for my #male #partner, too. Making the choice of #purchase in our #household.

Sharpologist Review
While DSC gets their razors from Dorco, Harry’s went a different route and bought a $100 million German razor blade factory called Feintechnik to control the quality of production. And last summer they raised more than $75 million in funding, so it’s easy to say they’re in for the long-haul battle of taking on Gillette’s $7.9 billion in sales. Yep, that’s billions with a “B.”

$14 Billion? The U.S. holds somewhere around 400 million, world population about 7 ad a half billion. And many of those in counties not buying razors at all.

And that doesn’t count the non-Gillette razor count!

The Gadgeteer Review

Observer Review

Writer On Vacation.

This is pretty much me on vacation. Being a writer never leaves you fully turned off….in a good way. Funny writer on Vacation scene.

Though I iPod language currently (French currently) , anything writers podcasts, etc. Political podcasts (Listening to Bernie at the moment even though I am not a Bernie fan) and TEDtalks as well as other along those lines while biking. Hiking I am more quiet, nature and music if any headphones at all, I always take time to listen to just nature.

Running I am music.

Music is an important part of the day. It does many things to the brain and to the spirit. Running is a good time for music for me, as well as cleaning, and cooking. I don’t write too often to music unless in a particular mood and place as well as focus. And I don’t read to music at all. But I love enjoying different types of music through out my day….typically anything from the 1920’s and jazz at dinner making and eating as well as during conversation going more mellow is always a good one. Running I need motivation and uplift and it’s a time for me to enjoy some fun music, it raises my spirits and helps me push farther.

When hiking I prefer a calm and meditative sound that put’s me into deep thought. I will write entire works in my head while hiking. At times, and even most times, I prefer no music at all and will take in the sound of nature, or the thoughts in my head.

When biking I like to learn, it keeps me from being bored, music and cycling don’t seem to totally mix for me, but the learning and listening really does.

When on “vacation” I don’t really work at all. It’s hard to do in an RV with Joe ready to go do something for the day…and really our days are usually pretty tourist jam packed, this coming trip we even have added our biking together (he found a bike!) and plan on A. Getting fit together, B. Quality time together not involving movies or tv. C. Exploring together by bike. D. Being more physically active this year while having fun (as in not through a gym or class but doing more fun entertaining activities).

I do keep up with emails (somewhat).

And I do end up jotting a notebook full of notes. I also read, catch up on my magazine and journal readings on my nook or in hard copy (I still have to read Texas Monthly hard copy, I have The Atlantic Yoga, wellness, Vegetarian, NYT news, New Yorker, Garden and Gun, and about ten other journals at a time, and about ten other magazines as well as about four newspapers running at a time (some just the Sunday and some daily) I also often have a book going on there, this vacation I will be reading a book started through Google when they began taking care of their employees health in alternative ways, I had come across the info several times but read about it in more depth in my Living Well on the Road by Linden Schaffer, the book this week on my nook I am ready to dive into is by Author Chade-Meng Tan and the book is Search Inside Yourself. I just finished the Linden Schaffer book and will be starting The Sleep Revolution by Arianna Huffington after the Chen-Meng Tan book in those categories.

I’ll also have a novel to read (just finished In Other Words by Jhumpa Lahiri and Getting Naked for Money by Edie Jarolim and am starting A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara and then Peaks on the Horizon by Charlie Carrol). Reading IS a part of being a writer. I defiantly look forward to some lazy hot afternoon time with a book in hand.

I always check out and update a bit on what is going on in the book world everyday, not just vacation but that continues. And I often spend a little time organizing on my laptop as well during vacation. So a little work still always happens.

Perhaps I’ll work/vacation with a Bloody Mary in hand.



Almost Vacation Time.

IMG_5880_Fotor_FotorToday is my last pre-vacation day.

The way I work is four weeks on, two weeks off. In those two weeks, Joe is home and we travel, move (our home on wheels) and vacation pretty hard (not hard as in like liquor but sites, hikes, foods, naps, stuff like that.)
Prior to starting vacation I always do a deep clean, fresh laundry and grocery lists as well as plan out travel, ideas, To Do stuff and all that good stuff before J arrives home and before I clear my work space for the coming weeks. But I also lay out my work for the next month so that when I start I am able to sit down and review and get to work right away rather than figure it out then.

Now is when I have the momentum of the work I’ve been doing in the previous month to easily roll off if, know where I am ending and where I need to pick it back up. I don’t always have projects finished but sometimes projects to start back on after a break. The vacation really gives me a needed break and clears my head.

I end up jotting down notes and filling with fresh inspiration the entire time. I also end up stepping back and seeing where my work has gone and is headed. During my four weeks in work my head is buried pretty down into work and I am very focused, often working about 18 hour days.

And where I am also often depends on what I do during that month. So, today and tomorrow I will wrap up altogether and be ready to rest, but be set up and prepared to come back to it and jump right back in.

#writing #Amwriting #Writeratwork #Writer #success #Goals #schedule#Workandtravel #Vacation #Rest #takingabreak #WriterMood #focused#linedup #Achieve #Boss #likeaboss #Career

Book Recommendations.


Need some recommendations:

It’s a book club thing.

Name one book which you would recommend for a Democratic left or 3rd party side to read regarding and IN THE VIEW OF the Republican right, conservative side?


Name one book which you would recommend for a Republican right, conservative side to read regarding and IN THE VIEW OF the Democratic left or 3rd party side.

Also, if you have a great rec for a 3rd book, give me a regarding and IN THE VIEW OF strictly a third Party.

And last, if you have them to add, the Alt-right (Nazi), White Supremacists, KKK, and the Terroristic-this can be ISIS, Taliban, American radicals, rioters of all over the world and for all things, Abortion clinic bombers, 9/11 related, Oklahoma Bombing related, Sandy Elementary School related, Vaccine vs non-Vaccs related, Pro-Gun related, anti-gun or Gun-Control related. And war of any kind and time and place related.

And one more time. If you have any book reeks relating to anything to do with economics…feel free to throw down. Please note the category your rec is for.

These can be dated in history and current at any time, they don’t have to cover ALL, every issue, or be 100% eye-opening, way of understanding everything in the today (though that would be great) they can be memoir/autobiography/biography of one person or of one particular issue. Etc. It does not have to be a “Make this person see where I am coming from and get it all” book. but…a good conversation and debate of course would be great. Learning, knowledge, understanding, comparison. Etc. And if you have two perfect opposite views of the same exact subject…throw them in, too. They can be of politics, of politicians, of a politicalized issue (including say, Science, because even issues which we wish not to be politicalized, are, so let’s not lie to ourselves). If you’d like to include your thoughts, talking points, questions and pondering with the rec, please feel free.

Thanks #Books #BookClub

#BookReccs #BookRecommendations #Reading #Recommendations #Book #BarnesAndNoble #IndieBookstores #Libararies #Librarians #Politics #Politicians #worldEvents #Currentevents  #Democrat #Republican #ThirdParty #politic #politicsbook #Books #BookClub

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Don’t tell me Happy fur-Mom Day.


Ahh, that lovely cusp of society that feels that if you are over 23 and unmarried, much less an independent think for yourself woman….WITH a career! Gasp! Lord, 2017 and e’rything.

Those video’s and well wishing your friends give you to not leave you feeling left out on Mother’s Day.

I’ve been a mother, once, for 28 days. I’d be a mother to a teenager today if those 28 days had continued. I went through a time, later, when I was married and tried desperately to get pregnant. Each month I felt like a failure seeing that splash of red. I am now drawn to paintings with splashes of red. I think it’s a call of my womanhood. I went through the feelings of a bad wife, a failure as a woman. Not full. Useless. Broken. I hadn’t even wanted children of my own womb, but he had, and now that I couldn’t, it was all that I thought about.

I began the adopting process which I had always wanted. The two were not the same, one no lesser or great than the other. And then divorce happened. And thirty happened. I exclaimed I am woman! I can do it by myself! And then, my own mother said the best she’s ever said to me “Peg, I don’t regret any of you. But had I made it to thirty without, I would have kept on going. You are not making a life for yourself, or struggling to figure yourself out. You have a very set life style, you HAVE an actual lifestyle, wether you realize it or not. And it doesn’t really fit a child. Think about if you really want one, or if you are trying to prove to society that you can have one.” Or something like that.

And then I realized, over the course of following years, that she was right. I could admit it. And not only that…I couldn’t actually imagine my life with a child. Well…as a woman we all have those fleeting moments when we could, I won’t lie. But over all and mostly….I didn’t find my friends babies any more than cute…for them. And good for them! I finally felt…without feeling jealous or ashamed. Or both. And now, I feel content, and settled, and happy. If the Gods sent a child into my life, my life would adjust and it would be meant. But motherhood is no longer, nor ever will BE my planned or even wish for journey.

However….so many women today still have that society pressure, as well as their own natural instinct and urge. Their own wants.

But then we become over 23 and educated, and successful, and independent, and somehow happy with our Here & Now, until we find our meant to be. And we have careers which we love…but society now sees those women, with a dog or a cat….as someone filling a void, as someone who perhaps Can’t. Or who just hasn’t found the right partner or or or…..

And so their pet must be like a baby, for the baby they don’t have or can’t have, or haven’t been given. Society forgets the Yet.  Even when these women are so young yet…young enough to say “Don’t have a baby…yet.” But society doesn’t want to give you a yet, they expect you to be miserable now, unfulfilled, trying to curb a craving with other than. Wanting more…now. Because….how can you be a woman, with an education, living on your own, independent, with a career, doing what you love to do and have a dog or a cat but perhaps no husband…even if maybe an occasional date, occasional lover, occasional boyfriend? Somehow….you must not be quite complete…even if for you, you are…so VERY complete…for the Now. But just not quite to your Yet. Yet. Because though you are not 23, you are not dead and done.

My dog goes on a leash, my child would not so much (even if I make the jokes). My own cat is not enough to be my ‘baby’ to fill some void…though I love her greatly and might even squeal when I come home “My Baaaaabbbbbbbyyyyyyy!” I don’t actually mean it exactly so.

Though the video’s are perhaps adorable and make me smile….and when Joe said happy birthday to my kitten mom, I knew the way he meant it (very much a joke about how our cat owns us more than anything) and I know him. He knows she is not a filling to a void at all. He knows me. But he knows a pet is not because I can’t…or to fill the space until a yet for me either. If anybody else said it to me, I would know they don’t mean it the same way he did. There is a difference. Also, hopefully, my child would not poop in my neighbors yard. Though that is always a possibility.

Saturday Get-Out.


Long but great Saturday. I woke today, rode my bike…I am getting better at waking earlier and getting on the bike once in the morning as well (I also ride in the evening), yoga in the morning too. Not consistently in my mornings but getting better. Then I sat down to my coffee and at my laptop…and said naw, it’s a beautiful day and regardless of my bike rides, I need to just be outside.  Not wanting to go anywhere in particular, I grabbed my camera and set out, took one bus to an area and then set out on foot. I probably walked five miles or so. I took a coffee break at one point and read my weekend read (Getting Naked for Money-Edie Jarolim) and later before heading home I’d hit a hangry moment…as well as I had been in the sun and NOT remembered to have enough water moment. So I cooled down, drank and read and then ate a bite before heading home. At one moment I was standing near a building and adjusting my camera and felt a hand on my elbow tugging me backward. I almost flipped a bitch. But caught myself before and realized it was a nice looking lady a bit older than me (by perhaps double) she said “Chil’ you’ve got that burn skin, get over here in the shade when you’re standing around”. Lol. So apparently I was getting my fill of sunshine. I also want to wear hats like she had when I am older and can carry them off.

I’m glad I got out today. Writing AND Full-time Rving both can sometimes be super isolating. I often work from my own home and might not talk to anyone all day…except the cat. And even days I work from a coffeeshop my only words might be my drink order. I try, and usually succeed without even trying, to strike up random conversations here and there, or I even find fellow same age women RVers or other like minded to meet up with in an area traveled. I am currently training for two of American’s largest hiking trails and would like to have a women group to do each of them with (different or same group for each trail)… There are always other RVers to talk to…but at age 35 it’s nice to find someone under retirement once in awhile. Today I ended up not talking as much as I probably should have…another way to isolate yourself is enjoying the view through a camera lens. But I did manage to put it down from time to time and enjoy the most random conversations, even if short. I did at least get fresh air, sunshine, movement, and didn’t spend my Saturday nose to screen. I did have that one moment when you need to suddenly speak but you haven’t spoken in so long that the words don’t work.

Other ways I try and keep from being isolated while full-time RVing is meet up groups or RV forums for  buddy meets to museums, camera days, hiking, biking, running, get togethers. Yoga classes, outdoor fitness groups (ok, this is a good idea and I’ve seen it done, I even watched one while sipping an ice tea at a restaurant, but have yet to actually join in)  attending area college lectures, book reading, author signings, etc. Perhaps I’ll get into doing an author resort type thing eventually, or even a yoga resort would be nice. REI and other like places offer classes all over the nation you can look up in your area, currently REI also has special womens month ones in particular. I don’t always just meet up with women only groups but sometimes we girls need girl talk time. Music events, poetry events, writing clubs and events for writers, cooking classes, etc are all ways to meet people. Now…actually speaking up and saying Hello, My Name is, and I travel full time.” and beginning actual conversation is another. Really though, once you get me started it flows pretty well. I meet a lot of people at museums, art shows, and what not. Because I often contact before hand to particular galleries, museums, writers situations, colleges, I often have someone willing to meet with me for at least a coffee, a walk through a gallery or museum, or even a tour around their city. My best talk today was with a young artist about Mexican and Mexican-American and Spanish Artists all through the South, from San Antonio to Florida. A lot of great stuff in that conversation.

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