FULL TIME LIVING: Cold, but clear.

10.20.2025

Cold, but clear.

Cold, but clear

Cold but clear. No more rain with the high in the mid 60s.

The generator ran for five hours on a tank of gas. With an hour more and the two hours from the evening before all of the batteries were topped up with eight hours of generating. Betsy's house bank, Fatass' batteries, and a battery brick for gadget charging cost about a gallon of gas ($3). Not bad.

In Tenessee, I hope to score a sunnier spot, although even with that the weather forecast looks to be uncooperative. Cloudy, rainy days in the mix. We shall see.

I have about 10 days to go before funds replenish. Interesting.

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Full Time Living

In 1993, I bought a 1978 Itasca Class A twenty-five foot motorhome. I thought it was going to be so cool to take my wife and children out on the open road up to the tops of mountains and down to the deepest valleys; outward to wilderness destinations and in to towns and cities near and far, big and small, exploring America, the beautiful. And, it was.

Little did I realize at the time was that I had actually purchased my dream home, and, that fifteen years later here would I be, surrounded by thousands of miles and moments of great memories of time shared with my loved ones, living the life of a full timer. Some would say tough luck brought me to this near nomadic, pseudo-hermit type of lifestyle. Some say I have become a 'fool-timer'. I say, not. Choice led by circumstance led to contentment. Life is good.

I've only been full timing since 2003 - five years. Snowbirding has not yet become part of my routine, although, the thought has crossed my mind many a cold wintry day here in Ohio. Maybe, some day. But, for now I am settled in a good spot on a friend's piece of land with plenty of firewood to burn away those dreams of warmer winter climates.

Sometimes, when I slip into a not so gracious moment and begin grumbling about everything under the sun, I wonder what has become of me. I am living in an aluminum can on wheels with a cat. Psychology might have been a pragmatic course of study back when I was in college. Not so much for illuminating what exactly is going on in my own mind, but, in the mind of those whose facial twitches betray an undercurrent of disapproving puzzlement when they learn of my unusual living arrangements - if only I could read a face - just for my own entertainment value. I love a good laugh. Who better to laugh at than myself. That, I am fairly sure, is not a sin, whereas, it is almost impossible to laugh at someone else without stepping into some bit of sinfulness. And, I do love to laugh.

I really don't have to live like this. It is not always an easy 'road to travel'. Nor, is it an easy task to convince the scoffer that full timing makes sense. To which end I can only reply,'My mind's made up... don't confuse me with the facts'.

This blog is my story.

10.20.2025

Cold, but clear.

Cold, but clear

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