Anyway… I think you get the point. I’ve had lots of ideas for lots of different things in lots of different places throughout the country (and abroad.) But how to decide? I mean, until something falls into my lap (not out of the question, by any means) I do have to make some decision to start off this adventure.
And then inspiration struck: there’s a barn down the road a piece with a lot of old crap in the yard. Tires… a couple of boats… cars too numerous to mention… tractors… As I said, “crap.” And there among the refuse, gleaming like a beacon in the darkness, sits a little tiny silver-colored teardrop camper. I have no idea if it’s even remotely salvageable, but I’m going to do a little recon. and see if I can’t get the people to just give it to me for free in exchange for taking it off their hands. I know for a fact they’re trying to empty the yard of all that junk so I’d be doing them a favor. (Wink-wink.) I figure I'd get a hold of it, trick it out to the max (I’ve done it before to an old camper—it’s fun!) and at the sign of the first frost this fall, hitch that baby up to the Jeep and head south.
Talk about paring down! If everything I needed fit into a little tin box that I hauled behind my car I’d know my gut feeling to “simplify, simplify” was right on target. Not to mention I’d get to experience as many of those bookmarked web pages as I could cram into an extended road trip.
I must admit, since I hatched this hare-brained, cockamamie scheme it’s pretty much all I can think about. 90% of that may simply be the thought of how much fun it would be fix the thing up, but that’s in my DNA. I’ve already named it: “Li’l Squirt.” Cute, huh?
Of course, as I said, it may be a rusted piece of junk or the folks who own it may not want to give/sell it to me, but as the lady said, I can dream, can’t I?
Maybe I can avoid making plans after all.
Randomness: is it just me, or do other former porn stars regularly get fan mail from active-duty priests and other clergy members? One even came on the official church e-mail address. I’m not kidding, folks! It’s friggin’ weird!
Amazingly fast update...
By coincidence, just after I posted yesterday's entry I headed out to work and, lo and behold, the fellow who owns all that junk was on site. Long story short--it's mine! And for a price by which I couldn't come by a decent iPod. Woo-hoo! I may have to rethink the name, though. Apparently this type of camper is affectionately known as a "canned ham." I'm seeing a logo across the back with that name and the image of Scout in her ham costume from "To Kill A Mockingbird." Oh, yeah. That's definitely the way to go.