Full-time With Doug

 

 Miles is still a little clingy. He did good yesterday by staying outside. I even moved him away from the motorhome for periods of time. I go out and visit when I'm inside. This morning, he wants back in. I'll be moving outside as soon as I'm finished running the generator. 

Limestone County Park. I can park where the car is. Table and grill. Nice lake. Beau enjoyed being outside.  

  By the time I shot this, I was already stuck. These were "storm surges" about every 10 minutes. After each one, I could run around taking care of biz. There was a van about 1/4 mile up but a tow truck showed and took them off the beach. This went on all week. A family I had met stopped by on Thanksgiving and brought me a plate of food. If you camp on the beach, you should use wood planks to put under the wheels. 4 foot, wide boards. That will slow the sinking and allow you to haul ass if this happens.

  I'm supposed to get towed to the transmission place tomorrow. It'll probably take a few weeks but my aim is to get it done right. I can't afford to keep getting fucked. Meghan graciously invited us to stay with her. BTW, tow will cost $700 to go 23 miles. Transmission will be $5000 (or more). I don't like to be booted from my home and it's unsettling.  Beau is still very weak but getting around. He won't eat out of his bowl but will take it if handed when he's hungry enough. I've been soaking food to make it soft and to make it seem like different food. I tried a small bit of chili seasoning but he licked it off so I need to mix it up. I carry him down the steps and help him get back up. I'm no spring chicken. I put him in my lap for 30 minutes in the evening and immerse him with love. I'm so sad my buddy isn't well.

  It's 61 degrees, getting to 85 today. 95% humidity. The Earth is definitely warming with lots of fog. Spring is only 3 weeks away. I love the fog for many reasons. It's also a warning for me to get out of Texas before it starts hitting 90s. I remember the fog on the lake in Wisconsin where my grandparents lived in the 60s. Early in the morning down on the dock or out fishing in a rowboat. You could hear the loons. The trip to Wisconsin from South Florida in late Spring. Driving through the countryside where there were trees and hills and fog in the morning. I yearned to live there, away from the flat, sandy land I lived on with just pine trees and palm trees. I love what fog does to the view of the landscape. The birds don’t seem to mind it. It's certainly a good excuse to stay in except I'm out of coffee this morning. 3 days til payday. I don’t want want to touch my savings. I have enough food. Beau needs treats. I might make a grocery store run today for a few essen...