Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Monday, January 16, 2006

An ill wind and Cousin Jayne

Saturday afternoon saw strong winds up to 38 miles per hour according to the NOAA weather site so the awning had to be put up. Monday it is still up although the wind is pretty calm. Along with the wind came a good rain storm. Snug as bugs in our cocoon. Used the time to tidy up and think. At this point: thirty days in, it seems we have all that we really need or desire. The dangerous thought occurs that this is just fine; fairly simple, convenient, low-key, living. Could we become "full-timers" as they call those with no fixed address? I have met some in this park and others. The answer today is "probably." We will see what the answer is in another thirty and another thirty days. There are times when getting past, or over dogs is annoying but we all are pretty good sports. Goody lives to thwart poor Buster so she plunks wherever she can block him. When he starts to complain we have a "Chinese Fire Drill" (if that is racist, I apologize- I don't think it is.) Everybody out of the vehicle and since Buster is more nimble, he gets first choice of spot which works for awhile. I usually end up sleeping wherever Buster isn't. Sometimes my bed, sometimes the couch. Both work for me and are comfortable.

Cousin Jayne rolled in today and called. She had gotten to a part of the park that I had never seen before so I went in search and found her. I was proud of her for even finding the park. There are still so many signs down from Hurricane Wilma, that it is very confusing sometimes. She is not my cousin-she is my friend Delores' cousin from West Virginia. She is a pistol-very fun. She has Lupus and Fibromyalgia but an overwhelming zest trumps the rest. We went to lunch and had a good gab. Decided we had better call Delores and ended up writing a letter of recommendation for Jayne's neighbor Anna (who lives in Delores' West Virginia house but Delores really lives in Riverton, WY). Anna wants to become a school lunch lady. Well didn't we have fun with that before we settled down. "Looks elegant in a hair net." "Slings hash with verve- you should see her backhand." Jayne left for Vero Beach to meet up with an old boyfriend who has a brand new prescription for Cialis. I will await the results of the field research. My interest is purely academic!