Day 18
Day 18? Wow, is that all? Seems more like day 80! No kidding, it seems like we’ve been living like this for a dog year! Well, there’s a lot more to go. Geri says three months total, Don says maybe more. We’ll see. Don’t get me wrong, I’m mostly enjoying this trip a lot; my grumping and griping earlier was not about the travel, but was related to the accommodations in that part of the country. No, I’m having a great time, savoring new smells, meeting new people, seeing new sights. And Geri and Don have done their best to keep my daily schedule intact, even coming up with the phony paper. So, I’m not complaining.

Actually, I’m kind of enjoying varying my schedule a little bit. Like this morning; Don got up at his normal 6 o’clock, but I didn’t really feel like getting up then. About 7, he opened the bedroom door and gestured to me, and I went to the living room. I did the paper bit, had breakfast, and went back to sleep on the living room floor. Geri didn’t get up until about 8, but it didn’t matter; everyone was happy doing what they were doing. Well, like I heard yesterday, today was a work day. Geri was busy doing laundry, Don did some minor repairs on the coach, then worked on a “sponge bath” on the outside of the rig. I laid on the grass near the coach, greeting people as they walked by and getting a lot of pets and compliments. Geri and Don’s friend Buddy, who was here yesterday, said that this park was a cow pasture with roads. I think that he was making fun of the park. I don’t care, I like it here; the people are friendly, there’s lots of grass, and the walking trails are fun. I guess the work was finished in the middle of the afternoon, because Geri and Don got in the truck and went somewhere. That was fine with me, as I hadn’t gotten much nap time in so far today. I woke up about 5:30, my normal dinner time, and they still weren’t back. I was starting to get a little concerned, but they finally showed up around 6:30, and Don fed me immediately. They told me they had gone into Pensacola, which is in Florida, and went to the Navy Aviation Museum, a place where they have a lot of airplanes, some of them very old. I don’t know much about airplanes, as I have never been on one. But my old friend and mentor Buddy had been on one, and he didn’t have anything good to say about it. So I didn’t mind missing this side trip. Geri took me for my afternoon walk, well, an evening walk, while Don fixed dinner. They had some of cousin Ken’s pulled pork on buns, with some baked beans; they really enjoyed it, and the plates were great.

Before I sign off tonight, I want to mention how much I appreciate the people who are letting me know that they are reading my blog and enjoying it. I know that my friends Cassandra and Tristan in Spanaway, Washington, are keeping up with me, and so are my friends Buzz and Joanne in Rhode Island. Geri’s old pals Steve and Laura on Long Island are reading with their kids, and my human brother Dave and his wife Jane are following the blog. Abby, my gracious hostess in Vicksburg, her kind humans Ken and Cathey, and Gus, a handsome basset who has visited me at home, are also keeping track of me. A couple of days ago I actually had a comment on the blog from, of all non-people, a cat! I was very pleased to have this kind of inter-species acknowledgement, and I want Nimrod the Magnificent to know that I greatly appreciate his dinner invitation, though I must warn him that I am partial to cat food. My people will contact his people next time we’re near Houston. And, yes, my paws are not really suited to typing, but with Don’s help, I get by. Meow, and see you tomorrow, when we’ll be on the move again.