There’s nothing like a drive on Highway 101 in California to bring out the nostalgia in me. If one could love a road, I love this road. The changing scenery, the little towns, the rolling hills, the vineyards, the
A Final Good-bye… and a Loud Oh-Yeah!
The last time I posted, my little 19-footer was on the market and waiting for its new home, its new adventure, the next chapter in its own story. Since that posting, the little guy has moved on, starting its new
Up on the Block!
So my little 19-foot tortoise shell has been listed on craigslist and is garnering gobs of attention. I wonder who will be the Perfect Person to own it next? I bought this trailer a year or so after my house
Oh, The Joys of Changing Blogging Platforms
A few months ago, I decided to switch my blog platform from one blog format to another. Ah, the joys of switching it up. Just when I thought I had it all handled with everything in place and all was
Holy cow! What am I thinking??!! I’m gonna live in a 10-foot trailer??!!
Ok, so the reality of living in a little ten foot trailer is beginning to hit home. Funny thing is, I’ve been living in a 19-footer for almost three years now and going from 3-bedrooms/2-baths to a 19-foot travel trailer
Question: What’s my relationship to excitement?
Challenged by this question from a blog I happened upon, I started reviewing what I thought my ideas on excitement were. Once upon a time, I would not have hesitated to say that I loved it, I craved it every
On the Trail of the Elusive Macchiato
I love a good macchiato. I track them incessantly. I search for them everywhere. They are hard to find. Oh sure, there are lots of imitators and charlatans and barely disguised lattes masquerading as miniature macchiatos. But a true delicious,