Monday, February 18, 2008

Life Lessons

Ok, so this blog is a little less about Tater and a little more about me, I guess. And why I’m doing what I’m doing. Some people have been skeptical of the whole “RV-Living” thing and I just thought it would be a good idea to try to put into words what motivates me, personally.

The most valuable lesson I’ve learned in life is to learn from experience. And whenever possible, I try to learn from the experiences of other people as well.

I’ve learned that the best time to travel is when you are young. Don’t wait ‘til you are retired - and too tired or too sick or too stubborn or too big to fit in your bikini. Play now, work later. Most retirees I’ve met prefer to sit. Why not sit at a desk and work? It keeps your mind sharp.

I’ve also learned never to put off ‘til tomorrow what you can accomplish today. This might sound difficult for procrastinators, but if you’re putting off WORK in exchange for PLAY, it actually works out quite well.


One of my favorite things to do is to glean information from my older, wiser family members about their childhoods, about the past, about a time on Earth before I existed. I find it fascinating to know who Connie and Frank are, besides just Mom and Dad. Or what my Nana’s life was like raising kids in the 50’s. This past year, I’d been thinking of all the things I’d like to ask Nana the next time I visited her. On December 26, 2007, Nana passed away. I never got a chance to ask her any of those questions. Fortunately, Nana taught me a great lesson. Don’t take anything for granted. No matter how comfortable you are, things always change and you should appreciate what you have today because it might be gone tomorrow.

This blog is dedicated to Nana.
May 12, 1919 to December 26, 2007

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

The Lucky Tater

Saturday night, Tater was lucky enough to escape tragedy when a drunk driver careened into some cars parked just in front of him, outside the Quality Inn. Here are a couple pictures of the aftermath (you can see Tater three cars back). One of the damaged cars had been moved before I got a chance to take a picture. Mule also escaped without incident (he was parked right behind the maroon car at the time of the accident). Ben, Lola & I slept soundly in a hotel room... we had no idea what happened until the following day.