Does anybody still believe in global warming? Except for Al Gore, did anybody ever believe in global warming? We had planned to spend a couple of months this winter in Florida, before our schedule got all messed up, but looking at the weather reports for the Sunshine State, I’m glad we didn’t. While it’s been unbelievably cold in Florida, it’s warm here in Arizona.
It was 74 degrees yesterday, which I was sure to rub in when I talked to my cousin Berni Frees, back in Muskegon, Michigan yesterday. Hey, why be warm and toasty, if you can’t flaunt it to your friends and relatives who are freezing their hinnies off someplace cold?
Yesterday we were as stiff and sore as we had expected to be, after spending Monday washing the outside of our motorhome. Terry’s sister Lisa stopped over to visit the other day, and Terry said that if we had known how much all the things we did as kids was going to come back to haunt us when we got older and were paying for it with aches and pains, maybe we’d have done things differently. I said that looking back on my misspent youth, where I did dumb things like jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, riding motorcycles, even driving (and crashing) a race car one time, and a lot of other foolishness, I’d do every darned one of them again! It was sure fun at the time!
But alas, we’re older now, even if no wiser, and we do pay the price, so yesterday we took it easy. I spent a lot of time playing around on the Ancestry.com website, discovering that I come from a long line of misfits and ne’er-do-wells.
I’ve been fascinated with genealogy for a long time, and earlier this year Judy Bayless put on an excellent seminar called The RVing Genealogist at our Arizona Gypsy Gathering rally. I was too busy with rally duties to attend the seminar, but a few days after the rally, Judy gave me a crash course on the topic and introduced me to the Ancestry.com website.
It amazes me how much information you can find online. I was able to pull up my grandfather’s draft card from World War I, along with census records from 1900 through 1930. It kind of gives you a tingle to see the original form, in the census taker’s handwriting, that they filled out while standing on my grandfathers’ front porch or sitting at my newlywed parents’ kitchen table.
While I was goofing off on the computer, Miss Terry was working on paperwork for the upcoming rally, and filling some orders that came in online. We took a break while she cut my hair and trimmed my beard, because the park here has a leash law, and I’m not sure my rabies vaccination is up to date. Then we went to the post office to mail out the orders, and afterward we stopped at Terry’s parents’ house to visit for a while.
Then it was back to the motorhome, where we were forced to leave the screen door open because it was so nice and warm. Ahhh, life in the desert is good this year!
Thought For The Day – Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.