What to do? Jared’s immersed in school work, web design for a friend, logo design for another friend, and the general burden of consistently being awesome (which I too share…), and I have a lot of down time. I am thinking of making another music video. But, since I do not have all my scrap booking stuff with me (see “Tiny Girl” music video on our website), I am limited to some colored pencils and a notebook. It will be fun.
In other, very pertinent to tour, news. Our dog, Etta James, is on a new diet consisting of a lamb/rice hard food (not that different) and a two pump addition of wild salmon fish oil (VERY different). This is to help with dry skin and raw spots that she has been scratching and biting incessantly. First of all, when the pure fish oil bottle claims, “Odorless”, IT IS A LIE. It is not possible for the oil to be odorless. Especially in such a small space. Second, and most importantly, even if the oil IS odorless going in, is certainly is NOT odorless coming out… Thank you for the memories, Etta.
Let’s see…what else? June in Tacoma, not the summer I was hoping for. But, to be fair, it doesn’t seem to be the summer the Tacom-an’s were hoping for either. Kinda bummed. Not a deal breaker, however. Spirits are high in the Lindy, due to the friendship Jared and I have and the fact that we are resolved to find happiness in pretty much any situation. Like driving to dump our close to overflowing septic tank several, gas-guzzling miles outside of town, and finding the dump site closed, due to a power outage and no water. Well crap…literally. So, having to drive and extra 45 min out of the way and pretty much wasting the whole second half of our day could have been highly discouraging. We took the extra time (since we had to double back to head to the new dump site) to go to the bank and gym and get groceries, happily laughing and feeling accomplished. When we did get to the new site, there still was no “Potable”, or ‘drinkable’ water. At this point, whatever. We’ll just fill our water tank later.
Once we’d returned home, filled our water from the hose, started dinner, plugged in power, covered the front of the rv, we raised our beers and toasted to another day on the road, grateful for our blessed lives and the ability to live in such a way. Then, in total agreement, Etta farted…I guess everyone’s happy.