Lots of Comments and Comments of Lots

This here RV blogger thing is really gettin’ me excited. It’s givin’ me new insites into what ways me and Nilda can live this mobile, mobile home lifestyle we been a workin’ at all this time. The other day we got a comment from a longtime follower of this blog, which considerin’ the fact I only been a writin’ it since early in February ain’t sayin’ much, but then, Old Jack Daniels once had only cooked off a batch or two of whiskey, and it must have been some time till he got to No. 7.

So just exactly what was this fellars comment? He come up with the idea of savin’ money by buyin’ some small piece of land and by putting an outhouse on it, we would have a place where could stay cheap, but have all the comforts of home. Obviously he didn’t know what life up on the gulch was like or he wouldn’t a been sayin’ that, but it still got me to thinkin’.

Here we been traveling around the country fer a number of years, a doing our thing, makin’ mistakes an breakin’ down about as often as them 60 minutes fellers is on TV, but what about them folks that is a sittin’ in their living rooms, a reading all these here blogs and a dreaming of a joining us some day. It’s like when you are not livin’ the mobile, mobile home life, you want to give up your patch of land and house, and live in something about the size of a pea pod that eats gas like a hog that just got a big bucket of slop.

Then once you get out here on this so called heavenly rode of bliss, you learn right quick that if you ain’t broke down, you are about to get broke down, or that fancy RV park ain’t nowhere near as nice as the pictures showed it to be, if they even got a spot when you show up hours after you thought you was gonna get there. And that’s leavin’ out all the things that happen when you pull into a town where you don’t have the foggiest idea where anything is at.

So, it ain’t long before that rosie picture of the idleic life on the road begins to start a lookin’ a might frazzled around the edges. All them folks a sittin’ out on their front porches as you wander, lost, down the highways of life are lookin mighty happy compared to you and the wife, who by this time, if she’s still a speakin’ to you, is a tellin’ you to go to places that womenfolk ain’t even supposed to know about, let alone talk about.

Still, what this feller mentioned was something that ain’t to far from any mobile, mobile home person’s heart, which is the idea that on whatever side of the manure pile you are standing , it probably don’t smell as bad on the other side. Course truth is that no sooner do you skedaddle over to the other side than you discover it smells just the same.

Bottom line, which is something that jailer fellow taught me all about when I was a gettin’ my degree, is that each of us has got to live this life the way we want, and if it don’t measure up to some other fellers idea, it's okay. Look at all them people up on the Gulch that weren’t near as successful as me and Nilda. That don’t mean their unhappy, it just means they look at things a mite different. So we’ll let that fellar dream of his piece of land and security, but for Nilda and me, the open road and most likely, the next parts and repair shop beckons.