Another morning of delight began, another morning with no alarm clocks, no Katie Couric, no disturbing pager calls. Today is going to be a great day; a day of nothing to do and happy to do it. I awoke slowly, very slowly, and took a look out the open balcony door. I could see the village of Labadee.Read More
We woke before the dawn. The balcony door was open with a gentle breeze blowing the sheers across the bed. (A bed without a dog sleeping at our feet)
I kissed Diane on the forehead and whispered “Happy Anniversary” she dittoed sleepily.Read More
My official name is Theodore. I have had a lot of names in my short life; Beasley, Bailey...I don't mind the name Theodore, but I like the name that Mom and Dad use the best ... Teddy Bear.Read More
“I want to go to the Windjammer! I’m hungry!” I did not voice these thoughts out loud. Diane was on the balcony talking to Christine on her cell phone. “We are on board. Did not take too long to check in, the cabin is the same as last year, etc, etc.”Read More
Diane put on white Capri pants with a black tank top and I put on white shorts and a black rayon Liz Claiborne for men tee shirt. For some reason in our old age Diane and I seem to dress in like colors a lot. We don’t plan it that way, not all the time. One of the benefits is, if we become separated while shopping or something, I can remember what she is wearing by looking at me and then find her.Read More
In the next couple of days I will post a new entry but in the meantime I have something from my old archives you might find interesting.Read More
Just after we placed our orders, I reached inside my camera bag, which I carry just about everywhere, and removed a square, aluminum foil wrapped package. It had a thick greenish cloth ribbon tied around it. I slid it across the table to Dad. He looked at it for a second or two.
“What is this? A block of chocolate?” He asked with a smile.Read More
LIving Small........Less House, More Life!
My Rules for Full Timing in a Motorhome.Read More
Before Diane and I became Motorhome owners, and before my son entered college, we were avid cruisers. This is the story of our first one, which took place a bunch of years ago.Read More
Diane and I are living full time in our Motor Home. It did not happen the way we planned it or hoped it would...the transition from part time to full time has happened but it was rough.
I wrote a bit about stumbling towards full time awhile back, stumbling certainly was the right choice of word. I have a clue for what it is like now! The questions I asked myself all now have been answered.Read More