What We Did Today

Seems like that post I a wroted fer Nilda’s cousin Clementine (which got her no good, worthless, thievin’ husband talkin’ to me bout buyin’ O’l 5th Wheel afore he bought a brand new to him, 1968 Cerio Scottie from Sanderson’s Junkers, Clunkers and Salvage in Fleccer, Mozurie), stirred up a hornets nest with more cousin’s than we knowed we had. They were a sayin’ that all that writin’ was confusioning to them, and would I wright a simple post that just had the facts about our day and not nothin’ about a bunch of menfolk that wouldn’t know fine food if it were a sittin’ right in front of them.

So just fer them, here it is, nice and simple: Got up at our usual time. Nilda fixed coffee the usual way, and we both drank our usual number of cups. I walked up to the park office to get the paper for Nilda. On the way I waved to Terry, said hi to Jim, Harley, Dottie and Goldie. Rubbed the ears of there dogs, Humper, Piddles and Nuggetdropper. Waved at Thelma and Old Jim on there bicycles, as well as Mrs. Widebottom who was picking up doggy droppin’s in front of the office.

Picked up the paper and returned to Ol’ 5th Wheel while a doin’ the same talkin’, wavin’, and lookin’ I did on the way up to the office. Nilda had our usual breakfast fixed, after which we commenced as usual, to sit out in our chairs, a lookin’ at everybody up and down the street who were out a doin’ the same thing we was. I glanced up at Sandy, Cindy, Darlene and Susan everytime they come a zippin’ past on they’re usual workout walk, which were also the only time Nilda took her nose outta that paper, what with her a glancin’ at me, a glancin’ at them.

That took care of the morning, but just before Nilda started to fix our usual lunch, Bill and Betty asked if we wanted to join them for lunch at the Meatball Factory and Talipia Farm, so we did. We ate two much serf and turd as usual, but all said, it were right tastey, so we headed back to burn some of them new calories off by taking a hard nap. I was a really getting’ into a dream bout them walkin’ ladies when Nilda wakes me up, sayin’ we got to go git some food fer the typical Tuesday twilight potluck get together at the park.

We went to the store, got what Nilda wanted, and come back. Food fixed we took off towards the activity center, meetin’ Jim, Misty, Harry, Sandy, John, Jan, Rick, Diane, Susan, Darlene, Cindy and Betty on the way. With the usual Monday night TV football game havin’ been postponed a night due to snow, they’er husbands was a staying home and watchin’ it. We vaccummed up that food like usual, then everybody got to talkin’ to the usual folks about the usual things.

Later, after the menfolk put up the tables like usual and the womenfolk got their hopefully empty dish, everybody headed back to there mobile, mobile homes as usual. We walked with Arthur, Winnie, Muley Johnson, Sam, Bea, Harold, Darlene, Sandy, Susan and Cindy. Usually we sit out and talk too folks, but tonight we was booth tired, so we did our usual getting’ ready, then got onto the bed from our usual sides and did our usual bedtime ritual, afore finally fallin’ to sleep.

Sorry bout this here post. I tried to get them cousin’s to reed almost any of them blogs written by other folks, all of which is almost exactly like this one every day they write one, but them cousins wanted to know what a typical day was just for Me and Nilda without nothing extraoutoftheordinary happenin’. Tomorrow we will once a gain be back to relatin’ the way livin’ the fulltime mobile, mobile really is like fer all them rv dreamers out their.

End of a Typical Fulltime RV Day

This is the last installment in a series of posts about a typical day in our lives for Nilda’s favorite cousin, Clem, and my near favoritist cousin-in-law, Joe Ed, who is her wonderful husband. When I last left off, we had just returned from a typical group noon meal, and while the ladies proceeded to scrapbook, which is code for gossip, we men returned to our favorite pastime, drinkin’ beer, belchin’ and scratchin’. Leastawayswise that’s what the women think we do. Really we, we swap true life stories of what we have scene or herd while travelin’ around the country so as to make our fulltime life better.

The best way to learn about fulltiming is to do it yerself. The best way to learn not what to do is to listen to what other folks has done. That meant I picked up a few pointers on how not to back into a sight when the feller next to you has put his awning stakes in the middle of where yer a backing yer RV at 11:30 on a moonless night, and other typical things like that.

Then Nilda comes a traipsin’ back, the ladies havin’ broken up their confab, and I realizes we still ain’t got our mornin’ walk in and it’s almost dinner time. So we sets off again, but Larry and Lori were out a washin’ their bicycles, so we stopped to visit for a while. Then while we was a doin’ that, Old man Carlisle comes out, and tells Nilda that his wife is takin' cookies out of the oven, and that Nilda should head inside and pick up a few while they is still warm.

By now it has been over ten hours since we set out on our morning walk and we ain’t got by no more than seven sights, so you can see that our days is just so cram packed with activities we ain’t hardlty got time to do anything. Bout a half hour later Nilda comes out, a bag of chocolate chip cookies in her hand and a big glob of chocolate a stuck to the corner of her mouth, which is suggesting to me that all them cookies she got didn’t make it into that there bag.

At that I didn’t say nothin’, havin’ learned better years ago, and we made a beeline back to Ol’ 5th Wheel where she proceeded to whip up some leftovers fer our dinner. After that, I set down in front of this here computer to put together another episode in the true life adventures of our mobile, mobile home life, while Nilda did her usual, and sits in her favorite chair a readin' one of them books of her’s.

This writin’ business ain’t easy, even though you’d think a man of my copeeus talent would find it real easy. Sometimes what I write about comes easy, there havin’ been an embearassment of interesting things happening that day. Other times I just right about what the start of our mobile, mobile home life were like, or maybe a story one the fellers told to me that day.

Clem, I guess I’m a sayin’ that this life is different fer each of us, and if you and Joe Ed want to try it ya should. Who knows, maybe you can find out you have writin tallent like me and become just as famous. Well, maybe I ain’t exactly famous, but I.M. happy puttin’ what me and Nilda do out fer people to read. I.M., who is not only the husband of your favorite cousin, Nilda, but who is also the best friend of that wonderful husband of yours. And yes, Clem, even though it would paine me mightily, I would certainly be willin’ to sell our outstanding and highly relieabell mobile, mobile home, Ol’ fifth Wheel, to yer husband, should he be wantin' to pay me cash money.