Happy Birthday, Kate!
I spent the day editing the 650+ photos I've taken, curating them, and creating a shareable folder in DropBox. I bought the disc format of Adobe Photoshop Elements 14 and it arrived yesterday. The forecast was for thunderstorms all day today so why not stay inside and edit photos? It also rained much of last night, although it wasn't forecast. It hasn't rained at all today.
I'm also uploading the entire folder (145 large format, high resolution photos) to FaceBook. I'm using ALL the RV site's Wi-Fi bandwidth! Even my iPad and iPhone can't stayed connected! I guess that makes me a dick, but I'm rationalizing this as recompense for the shitty site.
The President of Uzbekistan has died. Job opening! I could be a tyrant – wait, I already am!
The President of The United States is up for grabs. Job opening! I could be NORMAL and ETHICAL – both, at the same time.
When we went to Patagonia last year, Jean asked me if I thought the other guests would think we are lesbians. I told her I thought that could be an initial suspicion – much like any man and woman traveling together are assumed to be married – but that they would quickly realize that we are straight friends. A couple of weeks ago, she asked me the same question about our upcoming trip to Utah. Both times, she followed with, "Which one of us is the guy?" My response: "I have short hair and you has long hair, but neither one of us is a hair-and-make-up-girl, so it's a toss-up." Jean replied that she wears bright colors and I wear neutrals, so she is probably girlier. I should have said two words, "Calvin Klein," but I didn't. I also should have mentioned that I have spent lots of money on my hair (cut, color, AND highlights), I get regular manicures-and-pedicures, I wear dresses for no reason at all, and I NEVER wear t-shirts with words on them. But, none of that matters because I typically wear a guy-ish uniform (think Katharine Hepburn) and I have short hair. Jean surveyed three people who have met both of us: they all said I am the guy. Story of my life.
Enterprise confirmed this morning that they will drop off the car tomorrow and deliver me back to the RV park on Wednesday. I am relieved. I don't know where I'll go, but "anywhere is a better place to be."
Siobhan M. Knox
In May 2016, I bought a five ton, 25’ long Class C motorhome because I like to drive, I like to travel, and it’s more fun and less expensive than living in a hotel. No prior RV experience was required, and I had none: perfect. I’m writing a book about my adventures which will come to an end when I get a job. The dogs will be sad.