Sunny days make me want to get my house in order.
It’s time to do the laundry.
Before I launched into nomad living, I wondered if I would hate having to use a laundromat again, after decades of owning my own washer and dryer. I know I hated it in my twenties.
Funny though, now it doesn’t seem like a chore.
I load up the Perfect Tow Vehicle with the crew and dirty clothes, and off we go, listening to a great radio station that plays oldies from the 60s, 70s, and 80s.
I sing in the PTV like other people sing in the shower.
If Eric Clapton were a boondocker, I’m sure he would’ve sung my version of “Cocaine” . . . “Propane” (apologies to songwriter J.J. Cale) . . .
To be honest, Ajo isn’t a very pretty town.
The churches are beautiful and the plaza is lovely. The rest of Ajo looks tired and shabby. This surprises me because I would think the artist presence here would rub off on the buildings. One thing it does have going for it are the people. They’re very friendly. ‘
Once the laundry is done, folded and put in the PTV, we drive up the road to Olsen’s IGA grocery. I recognize the young lady at the register. She’s not very tall, has long brown hair, and a pleasant, round face.
“Did you happen to find a bag a dog food that was paid for?” I ask. I have a new habit of leaving things either in the store or in the cart in the parking lot.
The young lady perks up and smiles. “Yes! I remember you! Go get it over there. I put it back on the shelf.”
This makes me happy. I hate throwing money away, even if it’s only eight bucks.
The cactus photos are from a walk on Christmas Day.
A beautiful day, blue sky, no clouds, and warm.
I give Rick one of those bells made out of birdseed, because he likes to feed the birds. He gives me a zip-loc bag of shell peanuts.
“I’ve got an aunt in Virginia who sends me a huge box of peanuts every year,” he explains.
We talk next to my Casita under the Arizona sun about Christmases past. We both agree Christmas is best when children are around.
Rick says, “I love children. I would have had ten of ’em if I could’ve. I only had three.”
Rick’s dog Lady, after acknowledging Bridget and Spike in their pen, trots over to a small plant growing near my front door and urinates on it.
Rick is shocked. “LADY! What is THAT all about!”
“Well, I guess that’s her Christmas present to us!”
We laugh. Rick shakes his head and calls Lady to head back up the hill to his campsite.
“Merry Christmas!” we call out to each other.
The many comments from blog readers brought Christmas cheer into our little house.
Thank you! I never anticipated my blog would attract and keep so many visitors. The sitemeter may reach 70,000 by the end of the year! Thanks also to those of you who decided to “follow” rvsue and her canine crew.
Bridget, Spike, and I have been vagabonds for less than five months, and so much has happened! I love this life. I feel like I’m really living.
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