Where have I been,you might ask. Well, nowhere, except riding the most gorgeous stretch of weather I've seen in 6 years of doing this. No, the problem was far deeper. I make my living, so to speak, on this blog mocking all things redneck, ultra southern, super fat, clueless, or maybe just "different
So, the problem started over in Fort DeSoto. Our neighbors, Kim and Barb from London Ontario turned out to be the nicest people I've met in a decade. We shared wine, cocktails, dinners,dogs...(they had a standard poodle who shared some of Gordon's traits) observations about our respective countries, trailer talk; you name it. Nothing to mock there.
By the time I arrived over here in Jonathan Dickinson State Park, something odd had occurred. For example, one night I arrived in the bathhouse to find a woman with a full set of Remington electric hair rollers plugged in. Aha! Good fodder!
But, somehow, this woman broke the ice by admiring my natural curls,and rueing her own somewhat lank locks ,which led to a pretty nice discussion about orange juice can rollers used to straighten hair back in the early 70's.... Yeah, I did that.
Got pulled over on the 4 mile campground road for going 40 in a 30. Not another car around. One of those times you see the guy, and don't even think you need to slow down. Got a warning, and an admission that they needed to show the state that they were doing something other than watching the deer. Yeah, whatever, I thought...
Got so bad, I was contemplating an entry entitled "mellow me"...
Ah,but then...
Saw a teenaged girl in said bathhouse curling her eyelashes. That, and other elements of her beauty routine took the full 20 minutes I was in there...(hey,it was shower day). Felt judgmental pricklings...
Wondered why my fishing pole seems to be a magnet for people to decide to swim exactly there. Find myself wishing they WOULD step on it...
What really brought my curmudgeonly self back has been our search for a rental property for next year. Sadly, the River Campground here is closing for a year, which leaves us looking for a rental in Martin County , the only truly dog friendly area in the whole damn state. It was probably a good thing that happened, to motivate us to ...
OH SHUT UP MELLOW ME!!!
Anyway, today we investigated a rental property from some site like Homeaway. They give you some info on the owner, in some attempt to make nicey nice, before they utterly screw you. This owner reported that she spoke English, and Latin!!!
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Yep,I'm back.
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