Hope

I'm slowly working my way to Michigan to surprise my Dad on Father's Day (it's OK, he doesn't follow the blog) and stopped in Hope, AR at Fair Park, a city park that doubles as a RV park (water and electric hookups) for a nightly fee of $15, which is pretty cheap.  About 50 feet from my back door is an American Legion baseball field where they played a double header last evening.

Hope nobody goes Miguel Cabrera on my back window!

I'm not really not trying to set any land speed record in to getting to Michigan so if it takes a few extra days so be it.  The goal is to get far enough north to not need to run the Tank's AC thus not needing to pay for hookups.  Arkansas is getting 90 degree weather so onwards and upwards (north).

They actually let you park on perfectly mowed grass.

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Anchors Away!

Readers of this blog know I encountered "a little" difficulty in selling my home in preparation for assuming a mobile life.  I'll document that battle in a separate post later, the good news is I closed on the sale yesterday!  YAY!

 

Good-bye little house, it was a good run!

So readers with a nautical background may have noted in the title of this entry I misspelled "aweigh" which indicates in naval terms that a ship's anchor has been lifted off the seabed allowing a ship to get under way.   I used "away" intentionally because my anchors (possessions) have really gone "away".  For the last three months I have sold or given away (mostly given away) all my "stuff" that won't be accompanying me in the Tank - which is what I have named my pickup/camper RV.  If it weighs like a...drives like a...gets the same MPG as a...then it's a Tank.  Anyway, I really wondered if anyone would want some of my bigger possessions like a 25 year old sleeper sofa. 

400 pounds of moving agony!

Or how the heck do you get rid of a home gym?

Talk about an "anchor", try pulling this!

Surprisingly, though, it's true how the saying goes:  "One man's trash is another man's treasure."  I should have photographed the happiness on the strangers from Freecycle faces as they cheerfully wrestled my surplus possessions into their pickups and SUV's for just a photo post on this blog.  Several times it occurred to me to ask if this home gym or heavy couch wouldn't become an "anchor" in the happy new owner's life but I held my tongue, if possessions (very large ones) make people happy it's no place of mine to rain my outlook down on them.

My sister asked me if it didn't make me a little sad to part with all my stuff.  I really believe I was being honest when I said it was a feeling of relief more than anything else.

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The Announcer's Jinx

Sorry it's been a while between posts.  I've been making real progress in reducing the amount of possessions I have.  You know when you are watching a televised basketball game and there's a foul called and a player is at the free throw line getting ready to shoot a free throw and the television announcer says something like "This player has made the last 34 free throws he's shot in a row."  When announcers do that it's almost a lock that the player will throw up a brick that clanks off the front of the rim.  When that happens it's called "The Announcer's Jinx" and I've been hesitant to convey news on how things have been progressing on selling my house for fear of "The Jinx".

So I won't risk saying anything that might jinx things.  I'll let you know when things finalize.

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