I have decided that I am at the point my life where a career change is due. I have loved being a writer and publisher for most of my working days, and have enjoyed some success at it, but it’s time to move on and try something new. I am going to become a remittance man.
For those of you unfamiliar with the term, a remittance man is someone who lives away from family and friends, and is supported by an allowance from home. In the glory days of the British Empire, many remittance men were the black sheeps of their families, who were paid to stay away so as not to embarrass or scandalize their kinfolk.
I have decided that, since I seem to bring cold and nasty weather with me wherever I go, I might be able to make good money just staying away from my RVing friends who want to enjoy sunshine and blue skies instead of frosted windshields and frozen water pipes. I’m sure there are enough boondockers freezing their butts off out in Quartzsite that would be willing to pitch in a few bucks to send me and this frigid weather away that I could make several months’ payment on my motorhome, and still afford dinner out now and then. After all, it would probably still be less than what they’re paying for propane to keep their RV furnaces going 24/7. What do you think?
As cold and nasty as it has been here in Apache Junction, where the high was 36 at noon yesterday, I’d even pay to get away from myself!
Yesterday, while Miss Terry was off helping her mother celebrate her birthday, I had hoped to get some work done on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal, but it just wasn’t happening. The telephone started ringing in the morning and it never stopped until late afternoon. Vendors were calling to reserve spots for our Arizona Gypsy Gathering rally and asking about the availability of seminar time slots, attendees were calling with questions about arrival and parking at the fairgrounds, and still others wanted to know if they could be assured they would park with their friends at the rally.
We only have a couple of vendor seminar time slots left, and they are going fast, on a first come basis. Some vendors will be upset that they didn’t get a time slot, but we can’t hold them forever while they try to decide if they will attend, when we have other folks standing in line to get them.
The City of Yuma prevents the fairgrounds from allowing RVs to park overnight, unless they are taking part in an event there, so nobody can arrive until our Early Birds come in on Sunday afternoon. There is a Good Sam rally going on at the fairgrounds before ours, and we have to wait for them to vacate before we can take possession. The only exception is a couple of rigs we’ll bring in early as part of our advance party. For folks wanting to park with friends, please arrive together, or be prepared to wait until they arrive before being parked. We will have a lot of RVs to get parked in a short time, and it’s impossible to hold spaces for people who have not yet arrived.
Several people have asked if we have made a decision about holding a rally in Tucson yet. I’m sold on the idea, if we can make the numbers work. But we’re still waiting for the fairgrounds to tell us how much they are going to charge us. As soon as we hear from them, we can make a decision.
Speaking of money, in another one of those dumb schemes to save money, the State of Florida is proposing closing 53 state parks, to help offset budgetary shortcomings. Arizona did this last year, as well as closing highway rest areas. A lot of our RVing friends who are Florida snowbirds use state parks, and I’m sure they’ll be disappointed if this measure goes through. Here is a list of state parks targeted for closure.
On a final note, yesterday somebody sent me a link to a new online RV magazine for women called Trailer Chix. It looked interesting in a quick look I gave it, check it out and see what you think.
Thought For The Day – I was going to ask God for a bike, but I know God doesn’t work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness instead.