Thursday, March 7
It looks like the crew isn’t interested in a walk this morning. Yesterday’s hike wore them out.
Spike and Bridget snuggle in the bed covers while I drink my coffee and catch up on blog comments.
Bridget is somewhere under the covers in the lower right of the photo above.
I don’t know how she breathes under there!
By the time the crew finishes napping and I’m done meandering around cyberspace, we’re ready to go outside and enjoy this sunny, warm day. Gee, it’s really nice out here. I think I’ll take my bath outside.
No one is around. I can see if anyone is coming this way. I set up two basins with warm water, and bring out my tote bag of bathing supplies, along with a big bath towel. It’s a lot easier outside, especially when washing my hair which is getting very long. Outside I don’t have to be careful about splashing water on anything. Ooh, that sun feels good! I should run around naked in the sun more often! Splish, splash, I’m takin’ my bath . . . .
Okay, enough of that.
After a light breakfast, I dive into cleaning the Best Little Trailer. I haven’t cleaned since arriving at this Saddle Mountain camp. In a living space as small as ours, clutter can overtake us in a very short time. And, of course, there’s that pesky desert dust.
I hang my cleaning cloths on the antenna wire to dry. Gives the place that lived-in look.
An outdoor rug makes life easier and more pleasant.
You may think it’s silly to put out an outdoor rug in the desert. (What kind of boondocker is that? Hmmf! )
Well, it serves several purposes. Bridget does not like to get dirty, for one thing. Spike loves to get dirty so he can bring his dusty, brown body into our house and jump on the bed.
Also, rain is coming. Without the outdoor rug, our front “yard” will become a big mud hole. The rug cuts down on mud tracked inside. The outdoor rug makes our home seem bigger, plus sitting outside is more enjoyable with the rug under our feet, er, paws.
By late afternoon, we’re ready to walk to the mountain.
I like the time of day when the desert air turns from very warm to comfortably cool, yet it’s still light enough to walk about.
Funny. People probably think it’s a tough life trying to live on little more than 12k a year.
No debts to haunt me at night . . . Beautiful real estate all over the country . . .
Two loving and loyal pals who keep me company and make me laugh . . .
And a cozy home just right for us!
Friday, March 8
7:30 a.m. Cool morning with overcast skies. The sun peeks through now and then.
9:00 a.m. Hmm . . . Smells like rain.
10:30 a.m. Light sprinkles.
11:00 a.m. Rain stops. The crew and I wander around outside.
12 noon. Getting a bit windy and dark. “C’mon, you two mud puppies. Let’s go in.”
12:30 p.m. Rain. Thunder!
12:35 p.m. I run outside, take down the antenna, and store it under the BLT. Back inside I unplug the inverters.
12:45 p.m. All hell breaks loose … Heavy rain, strong wind, more thunder. Gee, can mud fly? It’s awfully brown out there.
2:00 p.m. Wind dies down. Heavy, steady rain.
3:00 p.m. The rain stops.
4:00 p.m. Ahhh . . . Look at that sky! Priceless . . .