The Big Lie

Propaganda is defined as “information, primarily of a biased or misleading nature, used to promote or publicize a particular political cause or point of view”. Authoritarian governments (i.e. non-democratic) use propaganda to cultivate a societal mindthink which supports the activities of the ruling despot, the military junta, the Communist Party, etc.

Citizens in nations like Russia, China, North Korea, Cuba, Iran, etc., are exposed to propaganda from birth to death, extolling the virtue of the State, blaming failures on foreigners, and excusing the atrocities of the ruling elite.

In societies with a free press, there is much less opportunity for government propaganda, because lies will be sniffed out by reporters and the out-of-power political parties will seize on the information to make their rivals squirm.

This is how democracies work, to the extent that they do. The truth eventually comes out, and, when that happens, the political winds change.

At least, that is the norm; i.e.  the way that things are supposed to work in a democratic society.

The phenomenon that is Donald Trump is changing this democratic norm. Lying has become legal tender with this Administration; the President lies continuously, his spokespeople lie to cover up those lies, and Congress pretends that they didn’t hear the lies, or, worse, enables and cooperates with the dishonesty.

It has been estimated by various reputable news organizations (which track such things) that President Trump publicly lies, on the average, between five to six times per day. Those lies range from misstating facts, repeating disproved conspiracy theories, denying that he has said or done something that is public record, inventing his own fact-less conspiracy stories, publicly calling-out something known to be true as “Fake”, or, conversely, re-Tweeting a known falsehood that he picked up in cyberspace or on Fox News.

Trump’s inveterate difficulty with the truth, and his ease in using lying to further his personal, business, and political ambitions were legendary before he became President. Unfortunately for the Nation, his ascension to the pinnacle of political power has emboldened him in his pathological behavior.

It has now become accepted fact that the Russians interfered with the 2016 elections in the United States. Our intelligence agencies and F.B.I. say so, both political parties say so, social media companies say so, and the evidence that the Russians meddled, and how they accomplished it, grows by the day. And, that’s just the information that the public has become privy to; one can only imagine what our intelligence agencies, and the Special Prosecutor’s office, now knows.

 

There seems to be only one person in America who won’t admit that this occurred: the President of the United States.

This is probably due to the appearance of collusion by parties involved in the Trump presidential campaign. I say appearance, because numerous participants from the Trump team have been charged with crimes and a half-dozen have already plead guilty. Only Special Prosecutor Mueller knows if there is any meat on the bone, regarding serious collusion with the Russians, and his investigation is still ongoing.

 

 

In the end, we may find that some parties involved in the Trump campaign unwittingly assisted the Russians in assisting the Trump campaign…because they were inexperienced politically and naive regarding the motives of foreign governments. That might include some of Trump’s relatives, like his son Donald Jr. and his son-in-law, Jared Kushner. That would be the best case, I suppose, because that type of collusion would just indicate ineptitude and stupidity.

Of course, there could be other motivations: business deals, blackmail, or political favor once elected. Those would be very serious matters.

President Trump, ever since he was elected, has made numerous efforts to head-off the Mueller investigation. He’s fired people, he’s threatened people, he’s conspired with Congressional flunkies to sidetrack or tarnish the investigation of the Special Prosecutor, and he’s called it a “witch hunt” virtually every day for the past year.

In short, he’s done pretty much everything a person would do…if he were guilty of something. The President has tried to impede the investigation…for reasons only he knows. Both he, Fox News, and most conservative media have coordinated a relentless propaganda campaign to marginalize Mr. Mueller and the F.B.I., portraying them as traitors, tools of the Democratic Party, and Trump haters, in general.

Basically, there has been a 24/7 disinformation campaign aimed at American voters to discredit the investigation, the participants, and, in advance, any findings that might tarnish the Trump campaign.

The latest fly that the Trump team has attempted to insert into the ointment is the conspiracy theory that the F.B.I. had a “spy” in the Trump campaign, and that, somehow, this (assertion) would negate anything that the Mueller investigation might find. Within minutes of this theory, Trump and his Fox News cohorts were loudly announcing a “Spygate” conspiracy…another dastardly attempt by President Obama and Hillary Clinton to mistreat Donald Trump.

In his book, Mein Kampf, Adolph Hitler described a primary tool of propaganda: the Big Lie. It describes a lie “so colossal” that no one would believe that someone “could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously”.

Hitler went on to say: “All this was inspired by the principle—which is quite true within itself—that in the big lie there is always a certain force of credibility; because the broad masses of a nation are always more easily corrupted in the deeper strata of their emotional nature than consciously or voluntarily; and thus in the primitive simplicity of their minds they more readily fall victims to the big lie than the small lie, since they themselves often tell small lies in little matters but would be ashamed to resort to large-scale falsehoods. It would never come into their heads to fabricate colossal untruths, and they would not believe that others could have the impudence to distort the truth so infamously. Even though the facts which prove this to be so may be brought clearly to their minds, they will still doubt and waver and will continue to think that there may be some other explanation. For the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind it, even after it has been nailed down, a fact which is known to all expert liars in this world and to all who conspire together in the art of lying.”

The “Spygate” conspiracy is only the latest big lie effort to derail the Mueller investigation.

Many months ago, President Trump’s lackey on the House Intelligence Committee, Devin Nunes, shocked the nation with the news that he was going to release a blockbuster report which would detail all manner of wrongdoing by the F.B.I. with regard to the Russiagate investigation. Conservative media licked their chops, and the President egged them on to proclaim the Mueller probe dead in the water. As it turned out, the Nunes “top secret” report was a dud, a conspiracy theory with cherry-picked facts that proved…nothing. Another embarrassment for President Trump, one would think.

However, as noted by Adolph Hitler, “the grossly impudent lie always leaves traces behind”. Thus, a considerable amount of shade was thrown on Mueller and the F.B.I., albeit undeserved, which continued to buoy Trump’s gullible political base. The legacy of the big lie is that, certainly, to the gullible, some of it must be true. And, so, it is an effective propaganda tool, even in defeat.

The “Spygate” conspiracy resulted in some special, top secret briefings of Congress by our intelligence agencies and the F.B.I. to explain the confidential informant who had dogged the Trump campaign. Evidently, this F.B.I. source was reporting on the interaction of Russian agents with American businessmen…who coincidentally?…were participating in the Trump campaign. The F.B.I. investigation of the bad guys pre-dated the Trump campaign, and the F.B.I. was doing what it always does…properly…to investigate foreign agents up to no good here in the United States.

The upshot: “Spygate” was an obvious big lie effort, meant to derail Russiagate.  For those who actually search for the facts, the conspiracy theory turned out to be another colossal lie promoted by Trump and his crew.

What do you expect from a guy who made his political bones by promoting the “Birther” claim that Barack Obama was not born in the United States?

Or, that the crowd at his inauguration was larger than that of Barack Obama?

Or, that President Obama had his phones tapped to surveill the Trump campaign for Hillary Clinton?

Or…the numerous whoppers that Trump puts out weekly to comfort and enrage his gullible political base.

Adolph Hitler would be impressed with Donald Trump: the man and his GOP enablers has taken the Big Lie to an art form.

 

Cape Kiwanda

Another stop, another ding.

Our newest residence on the 2018 RV trip is the Cape Kiwanda RV Resort in Pacific City, Oregon. It’s located maybe 25 miles south of Tilamook and 15 miles north of Lincoln City, on the coast. We drove in here from Salem…about 1-1/2 hours. It was picturesque but a bit windy in spots. We had to traverse 4 one-way bridges, which is always a nail-biter. But, traffic was light.

As usual (for Oregon), there is a large stone haystack just offshore.

The headlands of the cape include a massive sand-covered cliff that locals use snowboards upon which to ski down the sand dune.

There is a renowned dory fishing fleet here at Cape Kiwanda, and those boats are put into the bay via a concrete ramp which extends part way out onto the beach. Cars are allowed on the beach here, as are dogs…off-leash. So, our children are ecstatic about this development.

Booger and Baby played ball fetch for 15 minutes. It was old hat for Booger, but for Baby…her very first play day on a beach! She loved it, until she tried out a mouthful of sand.

Booger got pooped out and, back at the rig, settled down for a nap on her personal throne…our newly-upholstered shotgun rider’s swivel chair.

It’s a green, foggy place here. We saw a very cool pine tree with octupus-like limbs.

The RV park has a number of permanent residents, and one of them has taken upon himself/herself to raise and set loose quite a quantity of black bunny rabbits. They are everywhere, along with their little poops, which Baby considers a delicacy.

Speaking of the park, I made a grand entrance by scraping some guy’s mirror as I was negotiating the narrow aisle and turning into our site. My dead reckoning was about 1/4 inch off as I swung the tail end of the rig around and into our slot. Everything would have been fine except that the victim’s RV mirror was actually out in the right of way by 6 inches or so.

I got a little scuff on the left rear side and Allstate will take care of his damage.

Those folks down at the insurance agency come to expect a call or two from me each season. I’m doing my best to prime the economy.

This is a very nice place; in fact, I think it will become a regular stop on our annual Oregon sojourn.

Cape Kiwanda is a very small tourist town, but it has several eateries, pubs, and stores. No McDonald’s, no Starbucks, no 7-11’s; probably a couple hundred people live here year-round. There’s a nice pizza joint here, which is part of the resort complex. Good pizza, too!

The beach is nice, much like the one at Coos Bay. Cars are allowed on the beach here, and people from Oregon and Washington come here to “tailgate” right on the sand,  with the surf lapping up to their car. There’s dory fishing here, lots of surfers, and sand surfing, as well.

The RV resort is pretty large. It has maybe 100 RV sites plus cabins and tent sites, as well. The setting is among pine trees and the beach is across the two-lane, lightly-trafficked road. It’s just a great little gem; I will have to recommend it to my friends, the Quinns. They would like it.

The dogs have had a ball here. It is Baby’s first ocean experience, and she dove right in to the fun, splashing in the surf as she retrieved balls with Booger.

The only downside to this great RV park/community is the fact that there is maybe one cell phone tower serving the little town. Signal strength is OK. However, we are here on Memorial Day weekend, so, for the past several days, there are maybe 1,000 people overwhelming that cell tower with calls, data usage, etc. We have had big trouble with the Internet ever since the weekend crowd pulled in. Luckily, Charlie doesn’t have any big bookkeeping chores right now (particularly because son Jonathan is carrying the load these days).

When we come here next time, and we will, I intend to time it so that we are not here on a holiday weekend.

Tomorrow we ship out to Newport, Oregon, where we will camp for a week.

 

 

 

 

 

More Tragedy and More Nonsense

Another week, another school shooting. Will this ever end?

Some high school kid went to school this week, armed with his father’s shotgun and .38 revolver, and fatally shot to death ten innocents and wounded another dozen. Why? Because he could, I guess. Who knows.

Being a school student is a very hazardous profession. More school kids were gunned down by classmates in the past year than cops were killed by bad guys. What is wrong with this picture?

Apologists for the American gun culture were quick to offer up silly excuses and bogeymen, trying to manage the societal outrage.

The NRA’s new President, the disgraced ex-Colonel Oliver North of Iran-Contra infamy, blamed the problem on kids hopped up with Ritalin. Not to quibble, but there is no evidence that Ritalin (or any other drug) has been instrumental in this culture of violence.

Availability of guns…now, that’s a different matter.

Americans own almost half (48 percent) of the 650 million civilian-owned guns worldwide. Think about that…

The Lt. Governor of Texas blamed the rash of school shootings on, of all things, abortion. It devalues life, according to the nincompoop. What do you expect from Texas?

The NRA’s proposed solution to these incidents is two-fold: (1) bolster the security at schools, i.e. harden the site; and, (2) arm the teachers. Both of these solutions involve more armament, which would be a boon to the arms industry, the chief financial booster of…the NRA. (Gee, isn’t that a coincidence!)

As one critic has pointed out, if more guns equaled fewer mass murders, then the United States would be the safest country in the world. This is because we have far more guns per capita than any country.

Some Second Amendment folks, trying to deflect attention to themselves, point to the violent video games played by today’s youth. However, those kind of video games are played by kids all over the world, and no other country has the magnitude of problem with school shootings that we do.

The difference is the availability of guns to kids in our country. It may be easier for a young kid to obtain a gun than a joint of marijuana. My, how times have changed! If I had school-aged children right now, I might seriously consider home-schooling them…just to keep them out of harm’s way.

“Make America Great Again”… I would like this slogan to include helping to make this Nation like it was when I was a kid, when it was safe to go to school. Back  in my youth, kids didn’t have access to killing weapons, and their parents didn’t have a deadly armory in their home.

The War on Terror should begin right here at home. The “jihadis” are not Muslims; they are our own testosterone-fueled, frustrated, depressed children with easy access to killing weapons. Isn’t it time that we refocused our attention away from the Middle East and concentrated our resources on protecting our young kids…from themselves?

Talk about not being able to see the forest for the trees: our “Homeland Security” is expending untold billions of dollars on the harassment of immigrants, legal and illegal…while our homeland is being savaged by gun-toting, American-born, pimply-faced Caucasian terrorists.

We need to get our head out of our ass.

School shootings are a symptom of a mortal problem worth solving, because…America’s youth is America’s future.

 

 

 

Seven Feathers

Wow, what an RV park!!! A must-stop if you’re RV’ing in this part of Oregon.

 

On a scale of 1 to 10, this one might be a 15…no lie!

Seven Feathers is just off of I-15, in Canyonville, Oregon, just south of Medford. The Indian casino is on the east side of the freeway, and the RV park in on the west side (I think?). The RV park is within a forested area, and you can’t really hear the freeway.

The whole development is owned by an Indian tribe…

…and they have spared no expense in the park.  (I think Umpqua, in Native American, means “Rich MF’er”.

A watercourse flows through the place, and (signs say) salmon run up the creek to spawn.

There are bridges, wonderful landscaping, nicely designed buildings, an indoor swimming pool…

…and shuttle bus that comes by every 15 minutes to take you and your wallet over to the casino. For free.

 

If you hate the color green, you’d never want to visit Oregon. Everything grows here…in abundance. Flowers do well, too. Every site in this large park is framed by large rhododendron shrubs. Very pretty.

We’re doing NOTHING today. It’s nice and cool outside, it’s a Sunday, so no one’s calling Charlie, and she’s taking the rare opportunity to read a book.

Tonight we’re going over to the casino to nosh on their $9.99 Chinese extravaganza buffet. (Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into a $109.99 meal. That’s how nice RV parks are built.)

Tomorrow could be an RV repair day. I’ve got a loss of power to my air leveling system and have exhausted my diagnostic skills (essentially, checking fuses). So, if we’re  lucky, a mobile RV repair guy will come by and take a look.

If he can’t make it, we will soldier on…living on a slant until we get to the coast.

 

Red Bluff

We are in our 7th day here in Red Bluff, California. It’s just north of “Resume Speed” and just south of “boondocks”. We will be heading into Oregon on Saturday.

Actually, the Durango RV Resort here in Red Bluff is a first class park, one of the nicest that we’ve been in. It is situated along the Sacramento River, and has all the nice amenities that one could want: pools, showers, laundry, a store, huge spaces (our space, which is typical, is about 18′ x 90′), nice landscaping, big shade trees, etc.

Also nice is a small shopping center located right next door (walking distance), which has a laundromat, a grocery store, a Chinese restaurant, a Shari’s Restaurant, a gas station, etc. Also, the best restaurant in town (as rated by Trip Advisor) is just around the corner: Luigi’s Pizza and Pasta.

Here’s Charlie on “date night” at Shari’s; doesn’t she look nice!

There is pretty much nothing to do in Red Bluff. It’s a low-key agricultural area where they roll up the city sidewalk at 7 p.m. The Post Office is unusual, though. The Postmaster seems to like Pez dispensers, and the locals contribute to his collection, which is displayed within the Post Office. There are at least 200 of the toys.

Our current space here is separated from the Sacramento River by a 40′ grass greenbelt, within which the dogs play ball and run around.  When the dogs get hot, they plop in the wading pool. The management here seems to be OK with dogs off leash as long as they are well-behaved. Very nice.

We are now settling into a rhythm re: our RV traveling. Charlie is doing a bit of work, but nothing like previous years, because son Jonathan has taken on the main load.

I’m kept busy doing errands, keeping things clean, cooking, and taking care of the dogs. As for them, they absolutely love RV’ing: playing in the grass, smelling the smells, and getting to “go outside” as often as they like.

Baby has matured a lot in the past year, is very good about letting us know when she has to pee or poop. No accidents from her…yet.

She’s quite the athlete, too. She loves flying through the air to fetch a tossed ball.

Jay Jay, on the other hand, had an accident last night. I think it was some bad Mexican food, or something that didn’t agree with him. Very out of character for the J-Man…we gave him a pass on his mistake.

From here, we head up to Roseburg, Oregon, where we’ll stay at Seven Feathers. I believe it is an Indian casino/hotel/resort combo. Maybe we’ll get in a little gambling?

 

Diving Into The Abyss

Once a country achieves the ability to produce nuclear weapons, it discontinues testing. This has been the pattern with the eight previous nations that have belonged to the “nuclear club” for several decades.

North Korea has tested nuclear weapons for a number of years. It has now perfected the production of same, and has announced that it will discontinue testing and dismantle its testing sites. For better or worse, the country is now a member of the exclusive club.

President Trump seems to think that this is a triumph of his foreign policy, Fox News is touting “winning” again, and there is talk of a Nobel Prize in the offing for the Prez. The White House is planning a summit meeting in June with the leader of North Korea.

Why?

Unless the U.S. can convince North Korea to destroy all of its nuclear bombs, and dismantle the production facilities, it is hard to see what can be accomplished in such a meeting…except to give the appearance that President Trump knows what he is doing.

The biggest issue surrounding the North Korea nuclear bomb reality is not the threat of that country using such technology in warfare on the Korean peninsula, but, rather, NK selling such weapons to bad guys.

The North Korean economy is in tatters, and it needs cash. The country already has a history of selling weaponry to despots and terrorists worldwide. Do you think Al Queda or ISIS can afford a nuclear bomb? I’m sure one of their Saudi benefactors could pony up some serious cash.

What is the U.S. policy going to be about that? A couple of Saudi princes financed 9-11; what did we do about that? President Trump has been very chummy with Saudi Arabia lately.

In fact, what IS America’s foreign policy these days? It seems that there is no concrete policy…just whatever happens to be in the President’s mind after he watches Fox and Friends. “Talk tough!” and see what happens.

Or, “Fake it-til-you-make it”.  They say that if you put a typewriter in front of a monkey, eventually he will produce some meaningful prose.

If there ever was a chance for the United States to extricate itself from the Middle East, that hope was probably dashed this week when we opened up an embassy in Jerusalem. This stupid maneuver will likely queer any chance of resolving the Palestinian issue, and is sure to annoy Al Queda, ISIS and Iran.  Riots broke out upon the announcement and 56 Palestinians were shot dead by the Israeli military.

At almost the same time, the U.S. withdrew from the Iran Nuclear Deal. This move was opposed by the other original signatories (Britain, France, Russia, Germany, and China), and, basically, gives the green light for Iran to resume its quest to be a 10th member of the nuclear club.

Of course, Iran could simply purchase a few bombs from North Korea.

So, it seems like our foreign policy de jour is to act as if we have Israel’s back…

… while at the same time we enable Iran, Israel’s mortal enemy, t0 achieve the means by which to annihilate their Jewish neighbors. Confusing, isn’t it?

 

(Oh, and it can’t help to bolster U.S. credibility that we walked out of a nuclear deal with Iran that they were complying with. If America doesn’t honor its commitments, why would North Korea enter into a nuclear deal with us?)

In the meanwhile, the United States will continue to station thousands of troops in harm’s way over there, and spend millions of dollars a minute keeping our carrier fleets operating in the Mediterranean and Indian Oceans…just in case we might want to send another cruise missile to Syria to show how much we despise President Al-Assad’s use of poison gas on his countrymen.

One wonders if there will ever come a day when America ceases to have a military garrison in the Middle East. It is Vietnam on steroids.

Of course, the President feels that solving tough problems is right in his wheelhouse. One year ago, speaking about bringing peace to the Middle East mess, he said, “It is something that I think is frankly, maybe, not as difficult as people have thought over the years”.

Yeah…over 3,000 years!

Don’t we have enough problems to tackle right here in the United States? I thought Trump’s campaign motto was “America First”… ??

 

 

 

The Yosemite/Almond Orchard Tour

We had a nice time at Ocean Mesa near Santa Barbara. Charlie got to get sand between her toes, and the dogs got to take naps in the afternoon.

We stayed one afternoon/night in Bakersfield, because it was on the way. Otherwise, there would be no reason to visit that God-forsaken place. It was warm, and the dogs tried their best to keep cool.

The next portion of our trip was the one that I was really really looking forward to: six days at a campsite just outside of Yosemite National Park. I hadn’t been there in forty years.

And, I still haven’t.

We left our noisy overnight RV park in Bakersfield at around 9 a.m. yesterday, figuring that it would take us about 4-1/2 hours to get to Yosemite Lakes. I plugged in the GPS and took off.

What I didn’t count on was the local effects of that Pineapple Express super-storm that hit central California back in January. It was a whopper. It first wiped out Montecito, with mud and debris from the big forest fire that happened in the Fall.

Somehow it spared these nice homes…Oprah’s $90 million estate, and Ellen and Portia’s cheap $7 million shanty.

I think the flood missed Bill Gates’ house, as well. Most of the other millionaire rabble got reamed.

When Mr. Pineapple Express left Santa Barbara, he headed east into the Sierra Nevada foothills and put the hurt on Highway 49, among other things. Something like 3 inches of rain fell in one hour. The highway was cut in several places.

The big storm wasn’t big news in Southern California back in January, so we didn’t know about the Hwy 49 damage. Neither did our GPS. It led us right into the crapper…where we would then require a 90-mile detour through the hills and dales of Central California farm country.

There must be 8 billion almond trees in California, and I’ll bet that we drove by 90 percent of them on our roundabout tour to hook up with Highway 120 near La Grange.

What a bunch of lousy, narrow, pot-holey farm-to-market roads we had to survive for a couple of wasted hours. I was not amused, and neither were Charlie and the dogs. A pox on the “Gold Country”!

While we were bouncing from pot-hole to pot-hole and trying to avoid being sideswiped by John Deere tractors, I got a call from Bank of America fraud alert…that some unscrupulous guy was abusing my credit card. I tried for several miles to talk to the a-hole  on the other end of the line, while negotiating crappy roads, but he didn’t seem to understand or care that we were TRAVELING in our RV away from Southern California, and that the credit card thief was actually me. Anyway, he caught the bunch of us at a bad time, we were all yelling and barking about the shitty detour, and he put us on permanent hold. Screw him, we said.

I felt like this guy does…

…when Special Prosecutor Mueller is on the line.

Finally, two hours behind schedule, we hit Hwy 120 and headed up the friggin’ cliff to Priest. I’m not kidding, that 5 miles is the NASTIEST highway in California; basically, hairpin turns every few hundred yards heading up a very steep grade. I was in 2nd gear throughout, and scared shitless that some big truck or RV coming down the hill was going to clip me. Anyway, we made it, but I think it shortened my life by a month or two.

Eventually, we got up to Yosemite Lakes RV Resort, not in a great frame of mind.

That’s when I noticed that this campground not only didn’t have WiFi, but there was no cell phone reception whatsoever. Needless to say, this was totally unacceptable to Charlie, who has been known to do a bit of business while “on vacation”. So, here we were, pooped, stressed out, and S.O.L., because we had planned to stay at this RV park for a whole week while enjoying Yosemite, hiking, chasing squirrels (the dogs), and running from bears. All of that was not going to happen. Damn! Double-damn!!

So, we reneged on our week stay, only staying over the one night. It was nice there, and we all slept like babies. In the morning, we headed back down the hill, getting to enjoy that horrible Priest grade in reverse, with the engine brake on and fifty cars tailing us at 20 mph.

When we got down to civilization, I realized that our next planned stop was actually south of us some fifty miles or so, while our RV trip was actually headed north toward Oregon. So, I got on the phone and re-jiggered the itinerary.

Today and tonight were are staying at River Point Landing Marina Resort along the San Joaquin River near Stockton. It’s a pretty place with a nice breeze. Our coach is facing the river. Only $50 per night. That’s practically free in California.

Stockton is up the Sacramento Delta a ways. Lots of oceangoing ships pass by this RV park loaded with agricultural products, oil, etc. The river is only a few hundred yards across right here. The tanker ships are probably as long as the river is wide. They need tugs to keep them in the channel.

After our stay here, we will be heading up to Red Bluff in Northern California, to stay at Durango RV Resort. We were going to stay there for three nights, but, with the Yosemite Lakes debacle, we have now extended our projected stay there to 8 nights. Temperatures are projected for mid-80’s, and we will be parked along the Sacramento River. I’m looking forward to it.

I hope that there are no more road detours in our future.

On The Road Again…

As the Willie Nelson song goes, “We’re on the road again.”

This week, we are staying in the Ocean Mesa RV Park at El Capitan Beach, just north of Santa Barbara. Pretty pricey: $115 per night! It’s a pretty place: lots of trees, an ocean view (from a mesa overlooking Hwy 101), and there’s a very nice beach that’s about one minute’s drive downhill.

The dogs love it here. Lots of things to smell, a nice dog run, and a very large, grassy park where they can run around, chase balls, investigate gopher holes, etc.

We’re back to living in our tiny house. It will be this way for the next five or six months. Everything seems to be working, for now…even the satellite TV!

Charlie is supposed to be doing limited bookkeeping now, because Jonathan has taken that over. I say supposed to be because things never work out as planned. Wouldn’t you know it…as soon as we settled in Santa Barbara, there was the ANNUAL client brush fire that only Charlie can put out. This time, as in the past two years, the issue is a capital improvement loan that is co-signed by a bunch of doctors. Some of the circumstances are changing relative to the guarantees re: the SBA loan, so Charlie is having to herd all of the cats back into their proper space and make the banking people happy.

So, for a couple of days, my wife and her assistant (see below) will be stuck at the computer.

As she told me, “Well, this will buy another piece of furniture!”

Speaking of the Mesquite deal, we have discussions daily about our plans for the backyard landscaping, the customization of our walk-in closets, and the configuration of the BBQ that we will have built. Never a dull moment, and subject matter that is ripe for arguments. Not something that you want to get into while drinking in the afternoon.

While we are gone on our road trip, Karin Pace, Charlie’s BFF back in Bear Creek, is handling all of our mail, banking, and courier duties for us. She’s a nice gal and can use the extra spending money, so it’s a win-win deal. She will also keep an eye on the house and do some watering where the drip irrigation isn’t set up.

Charlie will miss Karin, for sure. But, with this arrangement, they will talk on the phone most days, so the separation will be tolerable.

We are thinking of heading into Santa Barbara tomorrow for some “us time”, and, then, probably back there to do the flea market down by the pier (with the dogs!) on Saturday.

Speaking of the pooches, Baby has been great thus far. She and her buddies seem to like the RV life, and the little girl has kept her bladder under control quite nicely (knock on wood!).

The three of them are on separate couches right now, sleeping, and making dog noises. Very cute.