Naps. I hated them when I was a kid, but as I get older, I have come to love naps. I love them on gray, rainy days, and I love them on bright sunny days. Give me my couch, a couple of comfy throw pillows, and a light comforter if it’s a chilly day, and I’m gone. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to an hour, refreshed and ready to take on the world.
I was turned on to naps by an uncle-in-law (is there such a term?) who was a commercial airline pilot who flew from San Francisco to Tokyo. He told me that he regularly turned the controls over to his co-pilot and took a short nap on hours long flights over the Pacific Ocean. I figured if he could benefit from a nap, who was I to argue?
And I’m in good company. John D. Rockefeller took a nap every afternoon in his office. Winston Churchill claimed that he needed his afternoon nap to be able to cope with his responsibilities. Thomas Edison gave credit to frequent naps for his tremendous amount of creative energy. Other famous nappers have included Gene Autry, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ronald Reagan, Albert Einstein, Eleanor Roosevelt, and Leonardo Da Vinci. So remember, if you happen to stop over unannounced someday, and discover me napping, I’m not goofing off or being lazy. I’m just contemplating how I can best serve mankind. 🙂
When our mail arrived yesterday, we had several papers returned, with notations from the post office that the subscribers’ addresses were wrong. One of them was a friend, who confirmed that his address has not changed in seven years, so I have no idea why his paper came back. If you are Edward Avance, Julio Lebron, Anthony Myers, or George Brasted, please send me an e-mail at editor@gypsyjournal.net with your current mailing address, and we’ll re-send your paper to you.
We had company yesterday afternoon! Our friend Dona Clayton came over about 2 p.m. and spent some time showing Miss Terry how she makes her great throw rugs from plastic grocery store bags. Dona told us that growing up in the Great Depression taught her the value of a dollar, and she was raised to never throw something away that can still be used somehow. So, instead of throwing those plastic bags in the trash, she recycles them, and the results are beautiful.
A while after Dona left, Chet and Mary Macintosh came by to say hello. They had just pulled into the campground, and recognized our motorhome from the blog. We had a nice visit, and chatted about several mutual friends.
After they left, I let Bad Nick have the keyboard for a while, and he posted a new Bad Nick Blog titled What Could Go Wrong? Check it out and leave a comment.
Today is our last day in Bremerton, and we have some last minute chores to wrap up around the motorhome before we head out on Sunday morning. Several people have asked us which route we are taking, and to be honest, we have no idea. We need to be in northern Michigan on August 5 for Terry’s annual medical checkup, and between now and then, we have no real plans.
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I guess that nap got in the way of taking and including a photo of Dona’s throw rug made from plastic bags.
And, on the subject of naps, Thomas Edison typically took his on a labratory bench. Throw pillows are not usually found in a labratory.
Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’ get those wheels a Rollin’. Enjoy the journey.
Years ago I made a huge tote bag out of plastic bags. Use it as a beach bag.
Come on through the Black Hills of South Dakota. We’re here for a couple of months while I receive radiation and chemo for a tumor on one of my tonsils, but I’m totally ambulatory and up for anything, sight-seeing, or whatever. It is just wonderful here.
Oh my goodness…my old eyes read your title as “In Praise of Maps”! I thought you were going to toss out the GPS and go back to folding paper maps. Glad to find it was NAPS you were praising – have to agree with you on that one!
I have a good friend who was a United Airlines pilot. Right before he retired, his regular route was LA to Sydney. Those flights had two full crews. He would take off, eat supper, then go to bed. The crew quarters on a large 747 are up under the tail. When he woke up the next morning, he would have breakfast then land the plane. He did this round trip once about every six weeks. He used to take great delight in telling everyone who his life was work, work, work.
JC