Our Gypsy Caravan

Gail's van and our Casita at Mom's, plugged into Daddy's old tool shed.

Gail’s van and our Casita at Mom’s, plugged into Dad’s old tool shed.

Ron felt much better today, but not up to anything that required a lot of energy.  So instead of leaving this morning as planned, we extended our stay at Mom’s another day.

That was good because today was Hope’s birthday and we got to celebrate it with her.  Mom cooked  us a fish and shrimp seafood feast  (with carrot cake and strawberry cake).  Her fish and shrimp are better than any I’ve ever had in a restaurant, and we did it justice.

Since the weekend is approaching, we grabbed the last available reservation at Stephen Foster Memorial State Park and will stay there for three days.  Then after the weekend, we’ll head South and take our chances on finding a decent campsite.

 

 

 

Camping at Mom’s Place

Casita-scale birthday flower arrangement from Hope

We left Ann’s house after lunch and moved to Mom’s place a mile down the road.

My sister Hope greeted me with a birthday card and a beautiful birthday bouquet just the right size for the camper.  So the removable coffee shelf that Rob built for me has yet another use — flower table!

Mom had visited a friend in the hospital before we got here this morning, then stopped by the furniture store on her way home and bought herself a new mattress.  So Cecil and Ron picked it up for her this afternoon to save delivery charges.

Magnolias high up in the tree

Magnolia closeup taken last year when we were here

 

The magnolias are blooming.  But they are so high up in the tree, it was difficult to get a good photo of them.  So I’ll post a photo taken today, along with a closeup taken last May when we were here for Mom’s birthday.

I kept the dogs in the pen when we first got to Mom’s.  But later this afternoon I relented and let them out.  They headed for the cool dirt underneath the trailer.  Sheba, of course, started digging a cool spot to lie in until I scolded her and put a stop to her project.

There is bare sand covered with fallen leaves underneath the live oak trees, so a hole on the edges of Mom’s property isn’t the disaster it would be elsewhere.  Especially a little hole.  🙂

I’m not digging, Mom. Honest!

Sunny with a leaf hanging from his muzzle

Half a tea ball makes a perfect sink strainer

Parked at Mom’s place

 

I had been looking for a strainer for the camper’s sink, but hadn’t found a store that carried them.  But while we were grocery shopping, I found a mesh tea ball that I thought might work.

I got it home, took the two halves apart, and it just happened to be the perfect size!  No more coffee grounds in the gray water tank now!

 

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