Pop Up Has a New Home

Sold our wonderful little pop up camper last week. The guy who bought it lives in Virginia. He says he'll be here to get it after I get out of work the next day. So I get up, take the dogs out, and am standing in my yard, in my pajamas. You see where this is going, don't you?!

You got it. The guy is here for the camper at 6:45 am. Seems he couldn't wait and drove all night. From Virginia. A 10+ hour car trip. And now I'm standing in my yard in my pj's.

But he has no money. Needs to get money from the bank. When they open. At 9. I have to be to work by 8:30. He drives off, I hook up the camper and go to work. But of course I'm now working when he arrives, in the middle of something that can't be stopped or rushed. He has to wait.

Meanwhile, he decides to check out the camper himself, so by the time I'm done he has it hitched to his car and is ready to drive off. He pays me, asks a bunch of questions abou the camper, and goes. I didn't even have time to say a proper goodbye...

We loved that camper. All of the good memories we made last summer while still dealing with the fresh divorce. We'll miss it. But on we go to make new memories in our RV.

Open Road, Here We Come! Almost!

We loved our pop-up camper so much, used it all summer last year, that we couldn't wait to do it again. However, Zany's wanderlust coupled with traveling with a camper exploded with the recent move and the discovery that material things and their maintenance are huge time suckers. The open road called more strongly.

So what did Zany do? Take a vacation like a normal person? No. Drag the camper to a local campground for a change of scenery? Uh, double no. Why would Zany do something so -- well, sane?

Instead, Zany purchased a 34' RV. You heard that right. A rolling home. The call of the open road coupled with a desire to divest of material things, and a desire for a homey nest. Add in the whole country, Canada, and Mexico, along with Zany's two kids who don't go to school, and you quickly see that the whole continent is our classroom.

Now to find a job that pays while on the road. Since my writing career has yet to take off, any suggestions as to work on the road from the peanut gallery??