The wind hits the Best Little Trailer broadside.
I don’t consider changing position because the other choice around here is soft ground prone to turn into mud. I don’t mind a little rockin’ and rollin.’ I did take down the Wilson antenna. There’s a possibility we might experience an electrical storm.
The last time lightning threatened, I stowed the antenna under the BLT.
I don’t like doing that. I imagine hungry rodents eating the vinyl off the coax cable like it’s corn on the cob. This time I put the antenna in the Perfect Tow Vehicle. It isn’t needed here anyway because signal towers are on hills to the northwest and to the south and give five steady bars.
What to do on a rainy, cold, and windy day?
Cook and eat, of course!
At the last grocery trip I zero in on the zucchini, but I see it’s $1.99 a pound. Lookee over here . . . This Mexican squash is $0.99 a pound. I wonder what Mexican squash is like. Well, I’ve never met a squash I didn’t like, so I’m going to try it!
Today I slice up a Vidalia onion, throw it in a pan with some oil, and right as it’s beginning to carmelize I add the sliced squash and diced red peppers. I cook that with the lid on until soft, a bit al dente, and . . . Hmm, what else can I add? I know! Frozen peas!
The end result is pretty good.
In fact, Bridget and Spike discover that they like Mexican squash, too!
Okay, that’s enough food news.
Now what the heck am I going to write about?
It’s funny how many times I’ve wondered that, and then stuff happens. As I’m writing the above lines, I hear a woman’s voice.
It’s Dixie from Minnesota!
Dixie is one of my blog readers, just like you. You may remember reading her comments here. Dixie is recently retired, and she and her husband are visiting family in Prescott Valley. On a lark she drives over this way, wondering if she can find me. About to give up, she spots Rusty’s camper beyond the trees.
No way am I going to invite anyone into the BLT.
It’s smelling of fried onions and overflowing with dirty dishes and pans! Dixie and I have a wonderful visit outside. Dixie exudes enthusiasm and good cheer. She’s very excited to meet me and the crew, something that always amazes me. Bridget and Spike are excited, too, at meeting someone new.
Rusty hears the commotion and comes out to join us.
Dixie, like many of my present readers, discovered this blog when the Rusty and Timber story was reported in the news.
The three of us chat a bit, Dixie meets Timber, and then cold rain begins to fall and we say a hasty goodbye. What a friendly lady!
The weather prevents me from taking any photos. (These last two photos were taken on a previous day.)
The crew and I dash through the rain for the warmth of the BLT.
I dry off their muddy paws and with a few swipes I wipe the prints off the vinyl floor. It’s times like these that I’m reminded of the benefits of a tiny home.
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rvsue and her canine crew 