Sunday
Up after dawn. Happy birthday to me. We waited until the birds started
moving before we did. Dark eyed juncos, tufted titmice, cardinals, a
mourning dove, Carolina chickadees, a ladder back woodpecker, and
goldfinches.
We didn't drive very far today. We drove from Denton down through Fort
Worth, and stopped at Lake Whitney, northwest of Waco. More oak forests on
rolling hills. And a lake. And campgrounds. Seven of them. Seven
campgrounds, hundreds of campsites, and five of them are occupied. Each
camper is in a different campground. No neighbors but the lake. Guess
we're off-season. Love this campsite. And this weather. We have warm
weather here, but there is a single digit cold air mass north of us, pushing
south. We'd better keep moving.
Got an extended Carolina Wren serenade. Saw a roadrunner, and an armadillo,
and some deer.
We drove over more concrete joiners on the freeway. The old cement road
that didn't have the joiners was rough. The section with the joiners was
smooth. I still don't know how that works. The joiners can't just pull
sections together that have come apart. If it closes some gaps, it would
just exaggerate others. C'mon. Can't someone tell me how that works?
Help. I'm stuck on this one.
Two years ago, on this trip, Judy and I were talking about what to do about
work and motorhoming. How were we going to get enough time in the motorhome
if I had to spend all that time working? We dreamed up the mobile office so
we could do both. Last year, we were talking about how to make the mobile
office work. How could we get enough remote clients so we could spend even
more time in the motorhome? We took care of that. We moved into the
motorhome full-time. Now we're wondering: What will we talk about this
year?
We stopped early to watch football. I don't know why. Football is such a
stupid game. I hate football.
Annie went after a pack of raccoons tonight. Judy opened the door and Annie
bolted out into the dark. No leash. No control. Just Annie and the
raccoons... and Judy. Judy went right out the door into the darkness after
her. Those raccoons aren't going to eat our puppy without getting past Judy
first. There they are. Three of them in a pack, snarling and bristling,
just waiting to pounce on our poor little puppy. And our poor little puppy,
snarling and bristling to get at those perky raccoons. Now our Annie can't
go out to go potty without close supervision.
Finished my birthday by the lake with steak and lobster on the grill.
