As your life passes by your eyes, are you satisfied with what you see? Holy cows, that's a hard question. Every life has it's ups an' downs, so I hear. I know for a fact that mine has. Somewheres along the way, I made a few mistakes, some bad decisions. Don't we all? Just a little thought to ponder on this morn'n.
We was wait'n here in Deming in anticipation of the coming storm. The winds blowed and howled last night, "da house" rock'n on her jacks, a sprinkle of rain. Today looks like a typical winters day...in the middle of summer. It's 62 degs with a low last night of 59...according to my Walmart thermometer hang'n out there. But this is what the Billy Bob been patiently wait'n for. Anything to break the high temps of summer in the desert, or anywheres else I might be.
After 7 years of "homebasing" in Deming, it seems kind of like home when I look out the winders and see the accomplishments I have done to my RV camp'n site. To just up and walk away ain't no easy thing. But I've done it all my life, move from one place to another...only to move again. Although I have lived in only 8 different states in my life time, I have moved/relocated no less than 25 times. Staying on average bout 2 to 4 years in each. Some much less. That's a lot of mov'n bout the country for one little redneck boy. And speak'n of schools, up to 1958, I had attended 21 different schools. With that much school'n, I should have been a professor or something like that.....but I weren't. I chose to be an average, every day, normal, hard work'n "redneck". Pay my taxes, drink a beer, do my thang.
Holy cows, today is the 8th of Sept. What the hell??? I got things to do. Now I ain't got much time left to do 'em. As you are well aware, the old Billy Bob thinks before he jumps. Some would call that procrastinat'n, but I call it smart think'n. Ya don't just go jump'n into a river, without know'n what's under the surface or how deep it is. Sheesh, that ain't smart. Anyhows, I got a set of batteries to buy and get installed. But I got to make the decision to either buy just one battery (replace the broke one) or to buy an entire set of 4. "Billy Bob....think. Ya got money stick'n out yer ears, buy the full set". That ain't money in my ears, that's Bermuda grass.
I been sit'n there on the couch look'n round....I got me a brand spank'n new motorhome. That what it fell like anyhows. With that old, ugly, nasty look'n, stained carpet gone to the dumpster and replaced with a real wood floor, an a few other modifications, it's a brand spank'n new look in here. Did I mention.....NEVER EVER....install real wood floors in an RV???? I'm serious just like a heart attack, don't do it.
I mentioned this before, but I gonna mention it again. This is how I came to choose my flooring.
Ya walks into the neighborhood drink'n establishment and see this gorgeous beautiful young lady sit'n at the end of the bar. She gits yer attention right quick like. Well, that exactly what happen when I pick out the wood flooring for "Sally da house". That floor'n was sit'n there at the end of the bar (display) with a beautiful smile on it's face. Gleaming and beautiful it was. That was the gal (flooring) for me. But I forgot to do a background check. I didn't care. I were mesmerized (blinded) at what I were look'n at. I wanted this flooring come rain or shine (scratch and dent). Damn, you should see this old gal in the morn'n. YIKES!!! Well, it ain't really THAT bad. But look'n through my eyes (libra)....well, you git the picture.
Ok...I'm out of here. Got a TV to hook up for the old "pesky neighbor" Wayne (birthday gift), a few dishes wait'n patiently in the sink...maybe sweep the floor again. Hell, maybe a nap after while.
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Saturday, September 8, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Oh Oh...git'n bored
Ain't got much to talk bout today. Seems like sometimes ya get in a rut and there ain't no way out. Got some things to do, dishes be'n one of them, but I ain't got the gumption or the "git up an' go" to do the needed things. Just like this mor'n, all I wanted to do was go outside an' sit on "da porch" sip'n up a cup before do'n my morn'n chores of read'n blogs an' post'n one my own.
While out there on "da porch", I breaks out my little Dremel tool an' continue to remove the aged gray matter from my mesquite eagle project. Out of curiosity, I applied a little polyurethane to an inconspicuous spot on the bottom. OH, OH, it gonna be too dark....almost black. Nowheres near what I were expect'n. Now....do I trash this project, or try to fix it?
And then....here come the guy what gonna buy "da porch" with a load of lumber to build a ramp from "da porch" to "da house". Well, he done that, plus he added a set of steps off the ramp so the old Billy Bob don't fall down. I done broke one the steps an' fall flat on my ass. Dad burned rookie carpenter. Now I gotta break out my tools an' fix it.
And then....here come the old "pesky neighbor" Wayne....all full of piss an' vinegar. Kick'n boards an' stuff and expensive tools out his way.....gripe'n bout a neighbor lady what wouldn't talk to him. "Damn Wayne, you know she don't like you".
Applied the last and final coat of polyurethane to the "stik" project. Looks so so through my eyes, but again, nothing like I had expected. I'm a Libra, and everything has to be to perfection before I'm satisfied. The "stik" is not there. Kind of like what happen to the new walnut floors in "da house". I'm gonna have to cover them up with vinyl flooring. Need I remind you again.....NEVER EVER install real wood flooring in an RV. Use the cheap stuff...man made wood look'n stuff (Pergo) with a surface as hard as the finest grade of stainless steel.
The OFM Barney come by yesterday right bout lunch time. We head off to town for the bestest hamburgers ever made. No, I'm not talk'n bout no Whataburger hamburgers....Burger King....home of the Whopper. Hot damn yum yum eat 'em up. Then we cruised down to the golf ball swak'n place. Just to take a look see ya know. Our blood pressures raised bout 10 pounds and decided to swak a few this com'n Monday afternoon. Come rain or shine, don't make me no matter, I'll be there.
While out there on "da porch", I breaks out my little Dremel tool an' continue to remove the aged gray matter from my mesquite eagle project. Out of curiosity, I applied a little polyurethane to an inconspicuous spot on the bottom. OH, OH, it gonna be too dark....almost black. Nowheres near what I were expect'n. Now....do I trash this project, or try to fix it?
And then....here come the guy what gonna buy "da porch" with a load of lumber to build a ramp from "da porch" to "da house". Well, he done that, plus he added a set of steps off the ramp so the old Billy Bob don't fall down. I done broke one the steps an' fall flat on my ass. Dad burned rookie carpenter. Now I gotta break out my tools an' fix it.
And then....here come the old "pesky neighbor" Wayne....all full of piss an' vinegar. Kick'n boards an' stuff and expensive tools out his way.....gripe'n bout a neighbor lady what wouldn't talk to him. "Damn Wayne, you know she don't like you".
Applied the last and final coat of polyurethane to the "stik" project. Looks so so through my eyes, but again, nothing like I had expected. I'm a Libra, and everything has to be to perfection before I'm satisfied. The "stik" is not there. Kind of like what happen to the new walnut floors in "da house". I'm gonna have to cover them up with vinyl flooring. Need I remind you again.....NEVER EVER install real wood flooring in an RV. Use the cheap stuff...man made wood look'n stuff (Pergo) with a surface as hard as the finest grade of stainless steel.
The OFM Barney come by yesterday right bout lunch time. We head off to town for the bestest hamburgers ever made. No, I'm not talk'n bout no Whataburger hamburgers....Burger King....home of the Whopper. Hot damn yum yum eat 'em up. Then we cruised down to the golf ball swak'n place. Just to take a look see ya know. Our blood pressures raised bout 10 pounds and decided to swak a few this com'n Monday afternoon. Come rain or shine, don't make me no matter, I'll be there.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Happy birthday Wayne
Ok, so I didn't get all that stuff done yesterday what I was gonna. After I got to look'n at things, I decided that dishes was a non issue. I still have 4 clean forks left in the drawer, so 4 more days on the dishes will wait. About tak'n a ride on the "billy bike", that was put on hold too. Ya see, I had to walk up to the dumpster an' back, so that was enough exercise for one day. Floor has been sweeped of all debris....good job Billy Bob, you had a productive day.
Today is old "pesky neighbor" Wayne's birthday. Today he turns officially an old man, 70 years old. Happy birthday Wayne.
I have a buyer for "da porch". My last treasured possession in Deming. I'm think'n .50 cents on a dollar is a good sale. I've got my moneys worth out of it just by sit'n out there sip'n up a cup an' do'n a little think'n. It's gonna remain at the same location where I built it 7 years ago. The feller is gonna move into my spot when I pull out somewhere's around the first of Oct. Give a week or two.
Research on a motor for the "billy bike" has been fruitless. Cain't find exactly what I'm look'n for. Ya see, what I want is something that when I turn the handle to "go", it gonna go like a hunnert mile a hour. Most of what I've found only "assist" hard muscle aching peddling. I'm think'n more on the idea of "no" peddling. Git the picture? Most e-bike motors are built and shipped from China. Hmmmmmm, where I gonna get spare parts if'n it break down???
Did a half pizza on the grill last night. Hot damn that were one good pizza. If I hadn't throwed my bag of mesquite chips in the dumpster, I would have had smoked grilled pizza. Ya see, what ya do is, ya go to Walmart an' buy ya up one then froze DeGerno....or what ever, supreeem jobber do's. Cut it in half. Defrost the half ya gonna grill. Turn the grill to bout 350 degs....it gonna end up 400 before ya know it. Place the pizza, with the little piece of cardboard under it, on the top rack, unless ya wanna catch it on fire on the bottom rack. When ya see the cheese melt'n down and the crust get'n a little brown on the edges, yank that cardboad slap out from under it. Onest the crust gets to the flavor ya like it....eat 'em up.
Ok, Barney gonna be here in a few for a hamburger fron one of the finer hamburger places here in Deming. See ya on the.....I were gonna say other side, but that don't sound too promising. How bout just "laters".
Today is old "pesky neighbor" Wayne's birthday. Today he turns officially an old man, 70 years old. Happy birthday Wayne.
I have a buyer for "da porch". My last treasured possession in Deming. I'm think'n .50 cents on a dollar is a good sale. I've got my moneys worth out of it just by sit'n out there sip'n up a cup an' do'n a little think'n. It's gonna remain at the same location where I built it 7 years ago. The feller is gonna move into my spot when I pull out somewhere's around the first of Oct. Give a week or two.
Research on a motor for the "billy bike" has been fruitless. Cain't find exactly what I'm look'n for. Ya see, what I want is something that when I turn the handle to "go", it gonna go like a hunnert mile a hour. Most of what I've found only "assist" hard muscle aching peddling. I'm think'n more on the idea of "no" peddling. Git the picture? Most e-bike motors are built and shipped from China. Hmmmmmm, where I gonna get spare parts if'n it break down???
Did a half pizza on the grill last night. Hot damn that were one good pizza. If I hadn't throwed my bag of mesquite chips in the dumpster, I would have had smoked grilled pizza. Ya see, what ya do is, ya go to Walmart an' buy ya up one then froze DeGerno....or what ever, supreeem jobber do's. Cut it in half. Defrost the half ya gonna grill. Turn the grill to bout 350 degs....it gonna end up 400 before ya know it. Place the pizza, with the little piece of cardboard under it, on the top rack, unless ya wanna catch it on fire on the bottom rack. When ya see the cheese melt'n down and the crust get'n a little brown on the edges, yank that cardboad slap out from under it. Onest the crust gets to the flavor ya like it....eat 'em up.
Ok, Barney gonna be here in a few for a hamburger fron one of the finer hamburger places here in Deming. See ya on the.....I were gonna say other side, but that don't sound too promising. How bout just "laters".
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
New lease on life
Boy howdy let me tell ya......yesterday was a successful day. Sit right here in the liv'n room of "Sally da house" and watch another beautiful sunrise light up the sky with amazing colors. Worth ever minute of lost sleep.
Then I sit down in front the computer with a blank stare on my face. There was nuttin, absolutely nuttin, I wanted to write about. Now don't get me wrong. I ain't say'n I didn't do stuff, 'cause I did. Member that stik I'm mak'n? Well, it's been sanded, stained and three coats of polyurethane have been applied. The "eagle has landed" project is coming along just fine. It's gonna be a beautiful piece of art....I betcha a dollar.
Did I mention I bought me up a brand spank'n new BBQ grill? Well, I fire that sucker up last night to burn me a steak. Holy crap, that sucker up to 625 degs. That aughter burn anything. What it did....perfect. Burn all around the edges, nice grill marks and juicy red on the inside. Too bad it weren't a big ol' T-bone.
Speak'n of T-bone, have ya look at the prices of meat in the stores? My God, you would think they was feed'n them cows gold coated hay. Here in Deming....T-bone $12.95....or something like that. I like to splurge onest in a while, but this is ridiculous.
Made my doctor appointment right on the money....Billy Bob is never late. Gained back all that weight I lost a couple year ago.....back up to a romp'n stomp'n 150 pound. Then the nice lady check my height. Holy crap, I done shrinked another 1/2 inches. I used to be 6 foots ya know......not really. Now I'm 5 foots 8 inches. What the hell????
Any hows, had a nice visit with my Dr Fronkinsteen....that not really his name. A EKG was performed, along with all the usual pok'n an' prob'n. Question and answer session proved out to be good news.....I'm better than a year ago. But I'm no longer allowed to "conserve" my medications as I did for the last 6 months. I guess I'm good to go for another exciting year of travel and adventure.
Speak'n of travel and adventure. It ain't like it used to be. With my new lease on life, I'm think'n I'm gonna attempt to make me some changes this year. I'll never be able to catch up to some the other RV'ers out there, but maybe I can make my life a little more interest'n. I don't need to slow down....damn, if I slowed down any more I would be go'n backards.
Ok, got things to do. Projects to work on, ride that "billy bike"...sweep the floor, wash them dishes....git off my ass.
Then I sit down in front the computer with a blank stare on my face. There was nuttin, absolutely nuttin, I wanted to write about. Now don't get me wrong. I ain't say'n I didn't do stuff, 'cause I did. Member that stik I'm mak'n? Well, it's been sanded, stained and three coats of polyurethane have been applied. The "eagle has landed" project is coming along just fine. It's gonna be a beautiful piece of art....I betcha a dollar.
Did I mention I bought me up a brand spank'n new BBQ grill? Well, I fire that sucker up last night to burn me a steak. Holy crap, that sucker up to 625 degs. That aughter burn anything. What it did....perfect. Burn all around the edges, nice grill marks and juicy red on the inside. Too bad it weren't a big ol' T-bone.
Speak'n of T-bone, have ya look at the prices of meat in the stores? My God, you would think they was feed'n them cows gold coated hay. Here in Deming....T-bone $12.95....or something like that. I like to splurge onest in a while, but this is ridiculous.
Made my doctor appointment right on the money....Billy Bob is never late. Gained back all that weight I lost a couple year ago.....back up to a romp'n stomp'n 150 pound. Then the nice lady check my height. Holy crap, I done shrinked another 1/2 inches. I used to be 6 foots ya know......not really. Now I'm 5 foots 8 inches. What the hell????
Any hows, had a nice visit with my Dr Fronkinsteen....that not really his name. A EKG was performed, along with all the usual pok'n an' prob'n. Question and answer session proved out to be good news.....I'm better than a year ago. But I'm no longer allowed to "conserve" my medications as I did for the last 6 months. I guess I'm good to go for another exciting year of travel and adventure.
Speak'n of travel and adventure. It ain't like it used to be. With my new lease on life, I'm think'n I'm gonna attempt to make me some changes this year. I'll never be able to catch up to some the other RV'ers out there, but maybe I can make my life a little more interest'n. I don't need to slow down....damn, if I slowed down any more I would be go'n backards.
Ok, got things to do. Projects to work on, ride that "billy bike"...sweep the floor, wash them dishes....git off my ass.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Winter look'n good
Ok, here's the deal. Did a little research on weather conditions for one the campgrounds/lakes I plan to visit when I leave New Mexico. Looks like right bout Oct, 15th is a good choice for a departure date. Average temps should be in the mid 80's during the day and upper 50's to lower 60's at night.....give or take a couple degs. I can live with that.
I been get'n backward leg cramps for the last few nights. I says backwards 'cause they ain't in the usual place, the back of my calves. These suckers go right up the front my leg....make my toes stick straight up the air. Hurt like a sum a gun. Well, I got to think'n, let some air out the bed. That didn't work neither. So last night I slip me some my winter socks on my feet. Didn't have no backward cramps, but my feet sure did get hot. Damn A/C came on at 2 am. What the hell, it been get'n in the upper 50's every night for a week.
Put me on some stain an' a coat of polyurethane on that stik I mak'n. Don't like it. Gave it a light sand'n an' another coat of poly this morn'n while I was sit'n on "da porch" sip'n up a cup. Still don't like it. Maybe one or two more coats. I love projects.
"Dad burn it Wayne, don't be bring'n that old golf cart over here". Well, he did anyhows....for the Billy Bob to fix. While I was miss'n in action from Deming, some jack leg professional golf cart mechanic done screw up the whole thing. He don't no nuttin.....rookie. Won't charge.....or that what Wayne says. Ok, I'll take a look see.....but later.
Did ya ever notice, them young fellers, ya cain't tell 'em nuttin. They think they know it all....macho think'n. Well let me tell ya right now, it's them old folks what know it all. They experienced an' they been there, done that. They been down that same road you are travel'n....probly didn't listen neither. But they learned. The hard way. Just like you gonna do. Listen now and save yerself some grief down the road a piece.
Ok, got a few things to do......laters.
I been get'n backward leg cramps for the last few nights. I says backwards 'cause they ain't in the usual place, the back of my calves. These suckers go right up the front my leg....make my toes stick straight up the air. Hurt like a sum a gun. Well, I got to think'n, let some air out the bed. That didn't work neither. So last night I slip me some my winter socks on my feet. Didn't have no backward cramps, but my feet sure did get hot. Damn A/C came on at 2 am. What the hell, it been get'n in the upper 50's every night for a week.
Put me on some stain an' a coat of polyurethane on that stik I mak'n. Don't like it. Gave it a light sand'n an' another coat of poly this morn'n while I was sit'n on "da porch" sip'n up a cup. Still don't like it. Maybe one or two more coats. I love projects.
"Dad burn it Wayne, don't be bring'n that old golf cart over here". Well, he did anyhows....for the Billy Bob to fix. While I was miss'n in action from Deming, some jack leg professional golf cart mechanic done screw up the whole thing. He don't no nuttin.....rookie. Won't charge.....or that what Wayne says. Ok, I'll take a look see.....but later.
Did ya ever notice, them young fellers, ya cain't tell 'em nuttin. They think they know it all....macho think'n. Well let me tell ya right now, it's them old folks what know it all. They experienced an' they been there, done that. They been down that same road you are travel'n....probly didn't listen neither. But they learned. The hard way. Just like you gonna do. Listen now and save yerself some grief down the road a piece.
Ok, got a few things to do......laters.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Surprise visit
We got a believer out here at the old campgrounds. He's prepp'n, or as I call it, hoarding. In his motorhome, he has stashed 100's (spelled hunnerds) of pounds of can goods and packaged dry stuff. Just purchased another $300 dollar worth of food soon as he got his "check". One hunnert pounds of pintos to feed the campground when "it" happens.
Now he got all this stuff stored in every crack and cranny in preparation of the com'n days when there will be no food on the grocers shelves. He got enough to last a year. But....since the world is gonna end here in a couple months.....what the hell???
I were lay'n there on the couch an' I hear this little knock on my door.....tap tap tap. Now who the hell could that be? I jumps up an' flings the door wide open....it's Barney the Old Fat Man. Damn, the OFM was look'n good from all that walk'n an' bike rid'n he been do'n for the last couple months. A healthy specimen that what he are.
"Lesson learned Billy Bob....git off yer ass".
We sat out there on "da porch", three old fats, discuss'n life in general, all in agreement that life is good.
Then we went out for Mexican. Yes, life is good.
Gonna have to take "that jeep" down to the automotive fix'n place sometime next week....get the front end check out and reinstall the front drive shaft. Ya see, when I goes down the road do'n a hunnert mile a hour, the front end start jump'n all over the road.....shimmy'n an' shak'n....the dreaded "death wobble". Google that an' you gonna know what I'm talk'n bout....scare the hell out ya I bet ya a dollar.
This is Sunday, the day of rest. Ok, that exactly what I'm gonna do today. Ain't gonna do nuttin. Well, maybe I'll go sit on "da porch", sip up a cup an' smear some polyurethane on that stick. I finished sanding hell out it yesterday and put a nice coat of red mahogany stain on it. Not sure if I gonna like it.
In answer to one of yesterdays comments: Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne, is always look'n mad. Look like he gonna kick somebodys ass. But I got to bust his bubble, Wayne is a gentle as a lamb Teddy bear, roar'n like a lion to a full moon.
Now he got all this stuff stored in every crack and cranny in preparation of the com'n days when there will be no food on the grocers shelves. He got enough to last a year. But....since the world is gonna end here in a couple months.....what the hell???
I were lay'n there on the couch an' I hear this little knock on my door.....tap tap tap. Now who the hell could that be? I jumps up an' flings the door wide open....it's Barney the Old Fat Man. Damn, the OFM was look'n good from all that walk'n an' bike rid'n he been do'n for the last couple months. A healthy specimen that what he are.
"Lesson learned Billy Bob....git off yer ass".
We sat out there on "da porch", three old fats, discuss'n life in general, all in agreement that life is good.
Then we went out for Mexican. Yes, life is good.
One fine look'n gentleman.....
"pesky neighbor" Wayne
"pesky neighbor" Wayne
Two fine look'n gentlemen......
OFM and "pesky"
"Hey, where the hell is the Billy Bob"???OFM and "pesky"
Gonna have to take "that jeep" down to the automotive fix'n place sometime next week....get the front end check out and reinstall the front drive shaft. Ya see, when I goes down the road do'n a hunnert mile a hour, the front end start jump'n all over the road.....shimmy'n an' shak'n....the dreaded "death wobble". Google that an' you gonna know what I'm talk'n bout....scare the hell out ya I bet ya a dollar.
This is Sunday, the day of rest. Ok, that exactly what I'm gonna do today. Ain't gonna do nuttin. Well, maybe I'll go sit on "da porch", sip up a cup an' smear some polyurethane on that stick. I finished sanding hell out it yesterday and put a nice coat of red mahogany stain on it. Not sure if I gonna like it.
In answer to one of yesterdays comments: Old "pesky neighbor" Wayne, is always look'n mad. Look like he gonna kick somebodys ass. But I got to bust his bubble, Wayne is a gentle as a lamb Teddy bear, roar'n like a lion to a full moon.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Never later than better......HUH?
What's the old say'n....better late than never? Sometimes I'm think'n ....better never than late. That kind of like I feel this beautiful sunshiny day in southern New Mexico. Couldn't ask for better weather than what it is here.
Yesterdays post was an attempt to explain how I ended up in the desert and how I fell in love with it. I could have just posted a 2 liner and been done with it, but you know how the old Billy Bob operates.....details on top of details. By now, all my followers what's been with me for a spell probly know me pretty well. I don't hide nuttin....tell it like it is/was. I needed yesterdays post, even thought it ended up a reminder of sad past. Good for the soul ya know. Keeps ya stomp'n through the brush and rubble to a better day.
Well shoot, I been back in Deming for only a few days an' I already have a couple projects started.
The first is just a stik. It could be used as a walking stik, or ya could do like I gonna do, hang it on the wall.
Since Deming is no longer my home base of operations, this stick will be a reminder of my time in Deming. A nice coat of mahogany stain an' a couple coats of polyurethane and this stik may out live the old Billy Bob. It's made from a yucca stalk.
The second project is what ya see here, an old mesquite root from my grandpa's ranch just down the road a piece bout 7 mile north of Columbus, NM. The eagle was give me by my grandson Tim. I got plans for them two items.
A third project is on hold. The "adobe doll house". But that don't mean it's forgotten.....stay tuned.
An attempt to include a couple photos of old "pesky neighbor" Wayne is pretty much a failure. I'll post this one and try again to get some good pics of him later.
Then of course, there's the old Billy Bob sit'n on "da porch, sip'n up a cup an' do'n some think'n.
Ya cain't get no better than this....amungst friends.
This pretty much sums up my day here at "Pesky's RV Resort and Spa".
Yesterdays post was an attempt to explain how I ended up in the desert and how I fell in love with it. I could have just posted a 2 liner and been done with it, but you know how the old Billy Bob operates.....details on top of details. By now, all my followers what's been with me for a spell probly know me pretty well. I don't hide nuttin....tell it like it is/was. I needed yesterdays post, even thought it ended up a reminder of sad past. Good for the soul ya know. Keeps ya stomp'n through the brush and rubble to a better day.
Well shoot, I been back in Deming for only a few days an' I already have a couple projects started.
The first is just a stik. It could be used as a walking stik, or ya could do like I gonna do, hang it on the wall.
The second project is what ya see here, an old mesquite root from my grandpa's ranch just down the road a piece bout 7 mile north of Columbus, NM. The eagle was give me by my grandson Tim. I got plans for them two items.
A third project is on hold. The "adobe doll house". But that don't mean it's forgotten.....stay tuned.
An attempt to include a couple photos of old "pesky neighbor" Wayne is pretty much a failure. I'll post this one and try again to get some good pics of him later.
Ya cain't get no better than this....amungst friends.
This pretty much sums up my day here at "Pesky's RV Resort and Spa".
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