What the South Means to Me

Going With the Flow

Okay, well, we're still trying to figure that one out. We had a bit of a set back. On Tuesday morning we got up to leave Richfield, Utah for Grand Junction, Colorado. It was pouring rain so it took us a while to decide if we wanted to bother with driving through the storm. When we finally decided to do it, Rusty, being the checker of all things practical, tried to turn on the windshield wipers. They wouldn't work. You could get the washer to work but not the wipers for driving in the rain. He messed with it for quite a while and then I messed with it. Finally we tried calling Tiffin's support hotline but because our RV was so new and we didn't have the number we needed for the warranty it took a bit of time. After about an hour of messing with that it was decided that a mechanic would need to be called in. We got one approved but it would be over an hour before he could be to the campground and by then it was 11am, so we just extended our time in Richfield by another ...

Wrong Way LA - Wondering Around LACMA

Posters around Miracle Mile advertised that Chagall was at LACMA through January 7th using this image: The exhibit was for Chagall's music and dance designs . Thanks to a wonderful Christmas gift of a museum membership I was able to go with a couple of friends. Before we hit the Chagall exhibit though for some strange reason I wanted to check out this painting: It's a painting entitled "The Magdalen with the Smoking Flame" by Georges de la Tour. For some reason this painting fascinated me. We stood in front of it and stared for quite some time. It was interesting how we each interpreted the masterpiece. There were so many nuances that it took quite a bit of time to really get the feeling of it. We all observed the fact that it looks like she's pregnant, and were fascinated by tracing the rope around her waste to the blocks on the floor - drowning herself, perhaps? But the weirdest thing was the way The Magdalen looks almost doll-like in the painting. ...

The Five Words You've All Been Wondering if I'll Say

It happened the morning we were getting ready to leave Glenwood Canyon. It had been an emotional week. We were doing all the things we did with my dad. Even Rusty got misty eyed at one of my dad's favorite restaurants. But the thing that I stupidly didn't realize was that we were there on my dad's birthday. He would have been 85. That hit me pretty hard but I guess I didn't realize it until we were getting ready to leave. Don't get me wrong, I love Glenwood Canyon. It's one of the most amazing places and it's no surprise why my dad loved living there. Between all the emotions and the fact that I woke up the morning we were leaving to a tweaked back, I think it was just too much. Rusty had gotten up to prep the sewer and, water and electrical outside and I was working on prepping the inside. Making the bed is a contortionist's nightmare without a tweaked back to say the least but I got it made. Then I start to notice blood on the floor. I figure the dog...

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