“Itching” to get to “Hitching” instead of "Just Wishing” (Ya'll).

I've had a problem with my Internet connection today. It'll work for a little while and then it just stops. I am amazed by my dependence upon the Internet. I mentioned in an earlier post that I donated my large, if not slightly ragged, collection of books to the Friends of the Library. I had one set of books that brought back lots of memories. When I was in first grade, my parents bought a set of Collier's Encyclopedias. It was 20 volumes with several annual updates. I have had those books in my possession for over 50 years. I remember during grade school and junior high, I would pick a volume and read it cover to cover. I liked having them when I had a question about some thing or another. I laugh now, because a lot of that information has been proven to be wrong.

I think that's one of the reasons I love the Internet. Instant information. Not just information, instant anything. It's sort of like having an infinite encyclopedia, right at your fingertips. With that said, what a drag when you can't connect. Isn't it? Thank goodness for Microsoft "Live Writer." It really helps one to do one's blog, doesn't it? If you don't know what I'm talking about, drop me an e-mail and I'll explain it to you. 

Perfect computer Room
How do I get it in the 5th Wheel?

Although I'm not officially a full timer yet, I have already started to compartmentalize my daily tasks, and noticing that I don't require near as much space as I thought I did. Let's be realistic about this. In all reality, I use my living room couch, parts of my kitchen, my bathroom, my bedroom, and really, that's about all. I am really starting to embrace this downsizing stuff. It's true! Less really is more. And more, means you got too much crap.

I was disappointed over the weekend. My three "husky boys" didn't show, nor did they have the courtesy of a phone call. What's wrong with people nowadays? Doesn't anyone want to work and make a little extra money? It sure doesn't seem like it. I remember when I was a teenager. In fact at age 14, I went and got my own job so that I would have my own money. To me, work ethic equaled independence. It still does.

That's it for now and I have my Internet connection back. I really do appreciate you stopping by and reading what I have to say. I also really appreciate when you leave a comment. That way, I know that my drivel is being read. Not only is this an "exciting" travel log of my full timing adventures, this is also my personal journal. It helps me track my own progression. (or digression). So, if you have the time, please leave a comment.

I'm going to town and find me some workers. I'll let you know how that turns out. Thanks again for stopping by.

Michael