Beginning Our New Life – Words of the Great Kiva

On the way back to the Gulch, the words of the Great Jovika they/he/she/it Kiva, just kept rattlin’ around in our heads. Much of the time Nilda had her head buried in them books we bought, while I commenced to use mineown head for planning. Other than getting lost a couple of times, and havin’ to spend one more night on the road than we had figured, it was one interesting drive, especially with Nilda popping out one Great Kiva’s saying after another.

“Not need money to be RV’er, warm dry place with wheels and room to keep stuff, enough.”

“With RV size not matter till bridge to low.”

“Diesel RV have fewer moving parts, so not breakdown often, easy to repair when do.”

It’s obvious that the Great Kiva never owned anything close to Ol’ 5th Wheel, or he/she/it/they wouldn’t be saying that. I’ve got to agree that having the engine in the rear, like Ol’ 5th Wheel does, makes it a lot quieter. Course that probably has more to do with Ol 5th Wheel breakin’ down all the time and not running at all than how quiet it is when it does run.

“To make money on road all by self, hard. Need many people to chip in, then easy.”

“Water not taste good, need NSF Standard 43 Certified Class I solid block carbon filter.”

Up to this time I’d been following along pretty good, mostly agreeing with all them sayings with a exception here and there. But this one really threw me cause I didn’t have a clue as to what Nilda was meanin' by them words of the they/he/she/it. I asked her to elaborate (one of those big words I’ve picked up since I started writing this blog) and she comes out with this. “It’s an elaborate purification system that keeps substances, dead and alive, eliminated from the drinking water.” I kid you not, that’s what she was a readin’ to me. So, as not to appear too stupid, I just asked her to go on to the next sayin’.

“Is obviously dumb to not protect self from inconsiderate idiot parked next door.”

That one also perplexed (another big word) me for a minute, till I figured out that it was they/he/she/it’s own way of saying that not everyone is perfect, so no matter how dumb your neighbor might be today, the one tomorrow might be even dumber.

“Big box laundry soap good for house, not fit in RV.”

“Woman not get good cut in Beauty Parlor, for good haircut find Hair Styling Salon.”

That one got Nilda to laughing so hard she couldn’t read no more for a while. Between gasps she was a sayin’ it must a been the he part and not the she/it part that wrote that, cause there is no better place on earth to learn everything about a town than with the ladies at the beauty parlor. As for bad cuts, Nilda says that only high faluting, stuckup women go to hair styling salons. If you go to the beauty parlor, you get a cut and style that looks just like the one all the local womenfolk have. Plus when you’re always looking for parts, or a place to stay cheap while Ol’ 5th Wheel is getting repaired, like we is always doin’, it’s better to look like a local than some fancy city fellar or gal.

“Raise curb side for better dump, then pull forward to rinse”

“Most at campground either come or go your direction. One or two not know whether coming or going.”

"Always follow own life plan, otherwise GPS lead you to dead end!"

And with that, we drove back up onto the Gulch.