Feb 092016

Or a kite flier. The wind has really been blowing here in Bushnell, Florida, and all over the central part of the state, according to the weather reports. Unfortunately, we’re not on a beach and we haven’t found any place big enough to fly our Revolution kites. Yet. But trust me, we will.

Yesterday we went to the Webster Flea Market, something Terry looks forward to anytime we’re in this area. That place is huge, with vendors selling everything from yard sale junk to antiques, sporting goods, typical swap meet merchandise, a few had guns for sale, there were half a dozen produce vendors, and just about anything else you could want or need. And a lot of stuff that nobody needs.

Living fulltime in a motorhome means that you learn to limit impulse purchases, simply because space is limited and weight is always a factor. So while we enjoy looking at everything for sale, we seldom buy much. Terry did find some new suction cups she wanted for the sunscreens we use on the inside windshield to replace the old ones that had worn out. And she bought some delicious strawberries, some avocados, and a tomato. But that was about it.

By noon, many of the vendors were starting to pack up to head home and we were ready to pack it in, too. According to the Runkeeper app on my phone, we had walked over two miles at the flea market, so if nothing else we got some exercise.

Our next stop was at the post office in Bushnell to mail off several orders, and then we went to Winn-Dixie to pick up some things. While we were there we ran into George Sharrar, an old friend we had not seen in quite a while. George said his wife Starr was there someplace, but we missed her. Hopefully next time around.

We stopped at a car wash to get a couple thousand miles of road grime off of our Ford Explorer, then headed back to Sumter Oaks RV Park. By then the wind was really kicking up, so I decided stretching out on the sofa for a nap was in order, if for no other reason than to hold the rig down in case a big gust came along. You laugh, but I know a girl named Dorothy from Kansas who would tell you that it could happen.

Then I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening writing, while Terry worked on a backlog of paperwork that never seems to go away. She stopped long enough to make a delicious dinner of Asiago chicken and baked potatoes, and as soon as the dishes were finished she was right back at it. I wrote until about 11:30 PM, when I knocked off to do the blog.

I’m not sure what’s on the agenda for today. We have a dinner engagement this afternoon, so today may be a stay home and write day. Or we may run over to Brooksville so I can get my fingerprints taken at the Sheriff’s office and get my CCW application mailed off. We’ll see how it goes.

Thought For The Day Have you ever talked to someone so stupid that they make you squint?

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  4 Responses to “Good Weather If You’re A Kite”

  1. take the application and the fingerprints back to the tax collectors office they handle it now as well some say it’s faster

  2. Not in Sumter County, Ed. They are one of the few counties in Florida that do not process them.

  3. The “Cloud Chasers” kite club in The Villages schedules their flying on Tuesday mornings at The Villages Polo Grounds.

  4. Thanks for the mention of George and Starr.
    I met them at Raccoon Valley the winter ’06-’07 good to hear they are still livin’ the life!
    Say Hey from ‘ol popeye if you see them again……

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