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.
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