In the words of the immortal Popeye the Sailor, “and that’s all what I yam.” Take me or leave me, I’m too old to change and I kind of like who I yam. So when somebody who works for the government took offense to me picking on postal workers in yesterday’s blog and left a comment telling me he wasn’t going to subscribe to the Gypsy Journal or buy any of my books, I didn’t go into cardiac arrest or anything. If somebody doesn’t have a sense of humor they really should save their money, because it’s only a matter of time before they get offended by something I say again. And again, and again, and……. 🙂
I got the new digital issue of the Gypsy Journal sent out to our subscribers yesterday, and I had three e-mails bounce. James Smeall, Barbara Blanchard, and Matthew Curran, if you’re reading this please e-mail me at editor@GypsyJournal.net and give me your current e-mail address so I can get your digital edition to you.
Since it was a cool day, and we won’t have too many more of those while we’re here, Miss Terry and I spent several hours yesterday emptying out our basement storage bays and sorting through things. By the time we were done we had a huge pile of things that we will take to the Goodwill to donate, and we had made enough room to get our two Sea Eagle kayaks out of the back of our Explorer and into a bay. And we still have room left!
I know we lightened our load by a couple hundred pounds, which we really needed to shed. This was a chore that was long overdue and I’m glad it’s behind us now. Of course, like most fulltime RVers, the next challenge is to keep from getting more stuff to replace what we are getting rid of!
While we were busy with that, my buddy Greg White called to tell me that they had been assigned to a gate. Greg and Jan plan to spend the next few months gate guarding at a well drilling site in West Texas. The connection was really bad, but Greg said they are somewhere in the vicinity of Fowlerton, Texas, which is 17 miles past nowhere and just a little bit south. From what I could understand of the conversation, Greg said he had to drive 35 or so miles just to get a signal on his phone, and there was no data signal for his air card. So if you don’t see his blog on a regular basis for a while, don’t worry. They haven’t fallen off the edge of the earth, they’re just out in the boondocks of Texas. Which is kind of like falling off the edge of the earth, when you think about it. Greg said he was going to try to get a pay-as-you-go AT&T phone because another guard had told him that might work instead of his Verizon smart phone. Again, the connection was really bad so I may not have all of that correct, but it’s the best info I have. I sure hope they can get connected somehow, otherwise I’m going to go into withdrawal.
By the time we finished up with the bays it was after 5 PM and our stomachs were saying really nasty things to us, so it was time to seek nourishment. Terry loves good Mexican food, and we did some looking around on Yelp and found a place in Apache Junction called Los Gringos Locos that we had never tried before. It was pretty good, not the very best we’ve ever had, but definitely worth going back to. It’s the best we’ve found anywhere in this area.
Speaking of restaurants, we have gotten very good feedback on our new RVers Guide to Favorite Restaurants, and sold a bunch of them in our two day promotion last week. The guide is available in either e-book or print format for $7.50. You can just log onto www.paypal.com to order and make payment to firstname.lastname@example.org, or send us a check at Gypsy Journal, 1400 Colorado Street C-16, Boulder City, NV 89005. We are replacing the Guide to Modem Friendly Truckstops in our 7-in-1 CD with the restaurant guide for all future orders, since very few RVers use a phone line modem any longer, but we all like to eat.
Thought For The Day – A pretty face doesn’t matter if you have an ugly heart.