Sunday, December 31, 2017

Happy New Year 2018!


Happy New Year! We're in a part of the country where people tend to celebrate by making rather large explosions. As the clock turned 12:00, the cats eyes bugged out in mild confusion as fireworks (or gunfire) filled the air. I went to wish C a Happy New Year, but she was fast asleep until all the noise woke her up. We shared some white grape juice in our blue teacups and wished each other a great 2018. Having a cold made it a little difficult to taste the juice, to be honest. As it got closer to 12:30am, the explosions became less and less until the night was quiet once again. Welcome 2018. Can't wait to see what you'll have in store for us!

Saturday, December 30, 2017

The Dark Miserable Night of the Wretched Soul




Now that's an upbeat title if I've ever heard one! Now let's see here. Oh yes, see the creature above? How much would you wager that he weighs? 10, 15 pounds? Normally you'd be relatively correct. Except this is a sleeping fuzzbeast, so the proportionate weight goes up by a factor of 12, making him impossible to move. Said creature sets up sleepy shop riiiiight below my legs if I curl them up while sleeping, making them impossible to straighten.


His partner in crime is this fellow, who is curling up in the hollow of my stomach, arresting my vertical movements and pinning me to the 12-volt heating pad that is, for some reason, roughly 127 degrees tonight. The air is freezing, the bed is blazing. I'm aware that I'm completely awake at 3:00 in the morning. I check my phone. It's 50 degrees in Anaheim, California. We used to live there once, beautiful Southern California. If it ever got this cold there, emergency alerts would be on the news. I watch a few YouTube videos and lull myself back to sleep to the hum of the electric heater.

Daylight! We nurse our aching bodies up to meet the bright, bleak day, using the window vac to take the condensation off the windows. After Kimchi II and trying to read at Barnes & Noble, we go to Walmart to get two more boxes of cold medicine. Oh yeah, we're still sick. We head back to the RV park to meet another cold evening.

Friday, December 29, 2017

BEWARE THE SUCKINATOR 5000!



For years, we've been seeking a magic wand to rid the RV of condensation on the windows every morning which overflows the reservoirs and spills out onto the ledges. Today Amazon delivered a huge box, and within that box was a much smaller box containing the Karcher WV 50 Window Vac. With a swipe and press of the button, the WV50 squeegees off the window and vacuums up the moisture, eliminating the need for countless paper towels to be used every morning. Hooray for the Suckinator 5000!

Looks like we're both feeling sick now... I think it must be due to the weather, which will continue to be near freezing into the new year. If you need proof that it's cold around here, please see the people's Exhibit A where the fuzzbeasts were leaching our heat from the heating pad last night.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Down With The Sickness: Day 2

Alas, my hope that my cold would only last for one miserable day has not come to fruition. So today I got delicious homemade soup and took some more pills to reduce the runniness and stuffiness of my nose. Pretty much stayed at the RV today. Through the overcast day, new neighbors moved in. Checking to see when the rain will end. Though the rain ends tomorrow, it's looking rather cold and overcast for the foreseeable future. Time to go to bed and see if this cold will leave of it's own volition!

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

You're a Sick Man!


The sudden stuffy nose, the sinus pressure, the inability to sleep. Ah yes, the familiar trappings of coming down with something. I scan my recent memory. Was there anybody suspect I met? Any dens of sickness I recently visited? Alas, I can't pinpoint just where I got the cold now giving me a sinus headache at 3:00 in the morning. I get up, take two of the violently neon green generic Ny-Quil gelcaps, grab a roll of toilet paper then go back to sleep.

This morning was cold and overcast. I read on Facebook that a high school acquaintance had passed away. My head was still feeling the grip of sinus pressure. I take two violently neon orange generic Day-Quil gelcaps and go to Sapporo where I've heard you supposedly have to feed a cold. I have bowls of miso soup along with supplements and try to unplug my nose to no avail. 

Then we go to Walmart and shop for groceries. Afterwards, I tried getting my vaccine pill replacement. Bobby the pharmacist has me standing in the consultation corner while he's doing some kind of research on his computer. Apparently they have the medication, but they want to make absolutely certain I can't use the older pills that were left out of the fridge. 

It's amazing how easy it is to get things like tetanus and flu shots, but for less common vaccines it can take an amendment from Congress to get what you need. We had to get another prescription sent from the doctor, then tell Walmart what happened to the last set of pills. I take a business card and vow to come back later, hopefully when I'm not blowing my nose every 3 minutes.


Saturday, December 16, 2017

Drunk and Starstruck



Do you remember seeing an elementary school teacher out doing their grocery shopping and think, "Hey, what are you doing here?" Very similar feeling to when I was at the American Prohibition Museum in Savannah, Georgia, and heard hushed yet familiar voices. Even as they emerged from the shadows of the doors, my brain refused to acknowledge that this was not a YouTube video and indeed Adam the Woo and Jacob the Carpetbagger were talking in hushed tones in front of me. After asking for a photograph, which some folks wait hours at meetups to get, they were gracious enough to pose for a couple of photos.

We parted ways, me heading up the stairs to the museum's entrance. I noted the change in demeanor from the videos I've watched for years. Here was a quiet, unassuming, yet rather tall gentleman, who I'm afraid I may have embarrassed by recognizing him. So many things I could've mentioned: our both having lived in Southern California at one time, our travels across the U.S. in an RV. I think all I came out with was, "Nice to meet you." Yeah, real memorable, Mike...

Like Adam and Jacob, I grew up in the age of affordable video cameras, being amazed that you could film things and inflict them on your family members. As the calendar pages flipped, my fellow filming friends would go on to do other things, raising their families, once in a while blowing the dust off the old VHS and Super-8 movies of our childhood and watching for a laugh.

And then there were those that didn't put down the camera, for who the adventure never ended, who are still amazed by roadside attractions, huge cities and Disneyland. Those that give us permission to look on things with the wonder we once did, and for that I thank them.