I haven't blogged in a while. It's not because I haven't wanted to or I haven't had anything to blog about...there's been plenty of things. It's because I'm fighting a losing battle with trying to load photos and so forth. We ordered our own private WiFi. It's just now became available to us. We are the first ones, or the guinea pigs, so to speak.
Life in an RV hasn't been all hunky-dory as of late. There have been plenty of issues. I guess I'm known as the bitch around here because I don't let people walk all over me or use me. I tend to put my foot down about things and rather hard. People who choose this lifestyle, rather it's because it is a necessity or by choice, all of us have a different story. We all come from different walks of life. We come from everywhere.
I think that anyone who gets into this lifestyle should be aware of things that can and, most likely, will happen. Disputes will happen. There is always going to be those one or two spots in every RV park that allows long-term full-timers to reside there. We've lived in two parks like this and it's happened in each one...dealing with ridiculous people who create ridiculous situations out of nothing.
I've posted blogs about my garden. I've put in over 40 heirloom tomato plants. They weren't cheap. Bob and have I bought each and every single one of them, so I know how much they cost. We bought all the soil. We did all the work to put that garden in. Along comes these people who moved in and we, at first, thought they were really cool. Turns out that no matter many decals you put on a turd, it's still just a turd. I do not begrudge anyone having a drink or two. I'm totally cool with it. But, when a dude cops an attitude with me because I do not want my husband to turn into a raging alcoholic and drink from sun-up to sun-down every single day, well, I would say "we" have a problem. Only, "we" don't have a problem, that dude has the problem. I'm not sure what, exactly, his problem is, but it's his.
Let's fast forward to just a few days ago. I was in the middle of a conversation with someone else who lives in here about whatever...it doesn't matter...and dude stumbles up my driveway, drunk. He had to lean on my little outside shelving unit because he couldn't stand up straight. He just jumps in the conversation and takes it over. Well, I do have an issue with lack of respect like that toward me, in my own yard. I let him know that I didn't appreciate whoever has been out back because my plants are being broken off. That guy has no idea of what my plans were with those. I've been told by his wife more than once that if I don't pick the tomatoes out there, she was going to do it. Before anyone jumps to any conclusions of me making a big deal out of nothing, let me explain. One of the tomatoes was a Red Zebra. They are not easy to find around these parts. I got this particular starter plant up in Longview. The nursery up in Longview is just over 25 miles away. So, in essence, I made a 50 mile round trip to pick up that particular tomato plant. I had growing, it was tall, it had nice green tomatoes on it. I went out back a few weeks ago and my Red Zebra was broken off. I do not know who did this. I can assume, but that's all it is...an assumption. The Red Zebra that I sat and babied along is gone. The tomatoes were pulled off while still green. I had plans of saving the seeds from those tomatoes to grow starter plants to sell at the farmers market next year. I could have gotten anywhere from $3 to $5 each for the starters, depending on size. I needed 4 tomatoes to get around 300-500 seeds, those seeds would have grown, say, 100 starter plants. Scratch that income.
Then it happened with another tomato plant...
And, then another.
Houston, we have a problem.
Now, I know that drunk neighbor dude thinks it is all a big joke. But, to me, it is not a joke when someone takes money that I could have generated. I tend to get a tad upset. I don't know of many people who wouldn't.
Now, the last job that Bob was on, I was standing in the kitchen one day, while he was at work and I saw drunk neighbor dude walk through my yard and stand and stare out back. I don't know what he was looking at nor do I care what he was looking at. He was out there. When drunk neighbor dude inserted himself into my conversation with someone else, he proceeds to tell me that he's never been in my yard. Really? I'm not even about to argue that point because, from experience, you can't argue with that sort of mentality. You just can't. So...now I'm a bitch. Ok, we've established that...I am a bitch. Whatever he wants to think. I do not care.
Our other neighbors, the cool neighbors that have let me use their yard to garden in live right next to these people. Like I said, from about 11 am until they decide to call it a night, they have their radio playing. It disturbs our other neighbors. I've gotten to where I shut my back kitchen window because, and as much as I do like music, it's a bit much. It's a bit much because several times, the drunken neighbors have simply passed out and forgotten to shut off their radio. I wonder if they think that everyone wants to try to listen to a movie over that or what? I just saw drunk neighbor dude act very confrontational toward our cool neighbor, a man of 74 years of age. I was sitting out here at the picnic table when this transpired. He asked the cool neighbor if he went over and turned off the radio. The cool neighbor informed the drunk neighbor dude that he did not. The drunk neighbor dude looked at me and said, "Now I know who did it. I will handle this."
I'm not sure what he intends to handle, but I do not go over into their yard and mess with their junk. It's called respect. I will complain about the music to management if it bugged me, but it is not my place to turn anything off that doesn't belong to me. Now, I have to sit here and wonder what this idiot thinks he's going "handle"...in my opinion, he desperately needs to get a handle on his drinking! They have a teenage son living with them. Way to be a role model! NOT!
I used to listen to them tell me that they were evicted from the prior RV park and I couldn't believe it. I thought they were cool people. The last few weeks have proven to me otherwise. I guess where it all started to go downhill is when drunk neighbor dude got a new job and didn't have the gas in his vehicle to make it to work. Bob loaned him $20. He promptly took half of that and bought beer because we all know that one mustn't be without beer...it is a staple food group...and he wound up running out of gas on his first day of work. When Bob told me what he had done, I have to say that Bob's heart was in the right place, but you just cannot help people who have no intentions of helping themselves and want to portray themselves as always being the victim of bad luck or circumstance. Well, there is such a thing as bad luck, don't get me wrong...but there's also a thing called accountability. There is also that word "insanity" that belongs in there with the whole accountability thing. Insanity is when you do something over and over and expect different results even though you know damn good and well that it's not going to happen. Accountability is when you man-up and say, "You know, I screwed up and I'm going to take whatever consequences I may have coming for my behavior." Well, you either man-up or you woman-up, depending on which gender you are. When people are in their mid-to-late 40s, it's just something that responsible people tend to do. We screw up, we're human and it happens.
But, as for me, I'll be go to hell if I'm going to continue to buy some sad-sack story time after time of how life deals them a bad hand and they have run out of money for this or that. I'll be go to hell if I let someone borrow me and Bob right out of house and home just to support an alcohol habit. So, if that all makes me a bitch, so be it. If taking a stand against my personal property being damaged and telling someone that I prefer that nobody goes out back in my garden constitutes me being a bitch, so be it. I'll be the best bitch I can be...and I, most certainly, am going to go through my life quite happy with my choices or I will woman-up and pay the consequences of my actions. One thing I will never do is stumble into someone's yard, interrupt their conversation with someone, disrespect them in their own yard, look them right in the eye and lie to them and then turn around and bad-mouth them to anyone who will listen...and there are a lot of people who will listen for a free beer...LOL. OY. Dealing with stupidity is not one of my strong points, I have to admit. I just hate it. I will not coddle it nor will I pretend that it is anything other than stupidity. To do so is not being true to myself.
So, in conclusion to this long rambling rant (thank you for taking the time to read it), just know that if you are thinking of full-timing it in a park for long-term, you'll most likely run into garbage like this...I think it's going to be in any park you choose.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Oh, these are NOT edited. I only used the different settings on my Nikon Coolpix L100. I used the close-up, dusk/dawn and landscape settings and played around with different levels of zoom.
Unfortunately, with my Nikon D5000, I'm still saving up for a close-up Nikkor lens, which costs as much as a good used car...one of these days!
Sunday, August 10, 2014
I figured since I haven't posted anything for quite a while, I may as well post a garden update.
Above are the Contender beans that I planted roughly 2 weeks ago.
Some things are growing right along and some things didn't do so hot that I planted last spring. I've included photos of it all.
|Fahrenheit Blues heirloom tomatoes|
|Red Zebra heirloom tomatoes|
|Indigo Rose heirloom tomato|
|Stupice heirloom tomatoes|
|Hanging strawberry garden|