I don't update because really, there's not much to say. We are still WAITING. Waiting for surgery, waiting for money to clear up, waiting waiting waiting.
I'm desperately done with waiting. I fear "running out of time". I know it sounds silly but I know how this goes. We plan and then we procrasitnate and then we lose focus and the next thing you know you're in a nursing home wondering how you broke your hip in the first place and whether or not they'll be serving cool whip with their strawberry jello at dinner.
We need to GOOOO already. We need to get out. I don't care if we travel by car and tent or RV at this point. Maybe Harvey can be someone elses project because I'm done waiting!
Seriously. There are Tents that Harvey can't even hold a candle to. Tents that are bigger than the house we are currently living in. Tents with wood stoves.
Papa Jackson worries about security in a tent. Well, I say...make sure everything is insured and carry concealed. Amiright? Like, we can't NOT live because we are worried someone might creep into our tent and steal our tupperware...ya know? I mean, if they come in and steal everything we own while we are out and about...what will be really have lost? That's what insurance is for. Not like we are going to furnish the tent with expensive electronics and antiques. And anything that's too valueable, will take with us in the car.
I mean, sure there's bears, right? I guess Nature could kick our asses, but again, I could get attacked by a rabid racoon in my back yard too. Does that mean I don't go outside anymore? Hmmm???
We need to get to gettin'. I'm sooo over this waiting.
