What’s the essence of this blog? It was originally meant to be a travel blog. I’m not sure when it will cease to be that. Right now, I can pass it off as such. We’re not in a house, and may still travel if getting work takes us out of the country, right?
The other side of the blog is humor, food, petty stuff, etc. There’s tons of blogs out there that take ONE topic, and write an essay about it. An entry dedicated to jealousy, a trip, a day at the office, a political rant, or such just isn’t me. Maybe I don’t know how, maybe I just don’t want to. I’m not sure – I never really thought about it. I’m envious of others writing skills. Their ability to blog about a topic and stay focused. Their words are organized. Me? Not so much. I’m all over the place.
I pissed off a reader yesterday about my WIC check comment. I touched a nerve. I explained in yesterday’s comments what I don’t like about WIC and foodstamps and other such programs. You can go look, I’m not gonna dredge it up again. I just want to remind you all that I’m sure I cross the line on lots of stuff. Fat people. Ugly people. Terrible fashion sense. I shop at Walmart, a place a few of my readers despise for what “they’ve done to this country and it’s workers”. Poor white trailer trash. I’ve also poked fun at myself. Stretchy pants and all. It’s humor to me. Life is too short to pity everyone.
For those that know me personally, accuse me of suffering from indecisive opinion. I take a side, then I make excuses for the other side. Maybe it’s because of this or that, I think to myself. I change sides. I do it again and again. That’s what’s happening with my comment about WIC yesterday. Maybe I should have explained myself? Maybe these people should stop reproducing? Maybe that’s what we pay taxes for? Maybe both parents work and are severely underpaid? Maybe that’s what makes America, America? Maybe my frustration was the amount of time it took the cashier to figure it out? Maybe this, maybe that.
I struck a nerve with my reader and then he/she struck one with me.
“…Maybe they should just drive around in RV's and party instead of serving our country and having kids they can't afford. Just saying…”
Well, at the time it struck a nerve, now it’s humorous. It’s human nature and surely my nature to have something good but still bitch about it. I make light of it all the time. “TGIF”, “I hate getting up so early (9am)”, “Let me check my calendar.” I make jokes about it. Some jokes say “I love my life” and others say “I’m bored” or “I’m running out of money” or whatever. Fact of the matter is that I don’t apologize that we sold our dream home, lost our jobs and took to the road in a life of leisure. There’s good and bad to it. Then there’s those that may never have a “dream home” or a job or an RV or ? Again, it’s that whole pity thing. I think I’ll switch subjects now. The more I type the more I debate with myself about what I’m trying to say.
Jim went to lunch with ex-coworker, Sandra. I stayed home and slaved over laundry and the blog. Pity me, pity me.
I gave a ride to a neighbor RVer, Ralph, to a repair shop to pick up his vehicle.
Jim made an awesome beef stew in the crockpot. We brought it over to Grandma’s, ate dinner and played Phase 10.
I got another job lead here in Fort Myers so tomorrow I’ll be making contact. Like with aliens, but not.
Now for some photos of the day: