This was going to be the third travel day in a row. I elected to forego the stop at Mountain Lakes. It was raining too much.
I’m remaining in Rising Fawn GA a few more days.
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Grey skies and rain chill the air and my soul.
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Since I inadvertently lost all my notes I’ve started using other tools for note keeping. One of these is Google Docs. I also may begin a new series of post here as a result.
Criticizing myself with the internal parent voice was one of worst things I ever had to unlearn.
“Excessively self-critical thoughts may often have their roots in negative experiences with caregivers in childhood. Studies on relationships and the attachments formed between parents and other primary caregivers show that the earliest bonds in life often have a significant effect on a person’s future relationships as well as a person’s sense of self.
Authoritarian parenting styles, which may be controlling and marked by rigidity, may have the effect of fostering negative self-perceptions and a low sense of self-worth in children. When children feel rejected by their parents, are not treated with warmth and compassion, or are frequently criticized, they may be more likely to grow up overly critical of both themselves and others. “ – https://www.goodtherapy.org/learn-about-therapy/issues/self-criticism
I was talking to myself in my parents’ voices. “You’ll never be good enough.” “Evil sinner!” And much more. Once I let that go, life got so much better. I encouraged myself. I patted myself on the back. “Well done!” Became a more common thought.
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I am waiting to get a tattoo at The Clinch River Tattoo and Coffee Company.
Fresh ink.
A few days later.
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Four of the next six days are travel days. This is a different way of traveling for me. I usually park and stay a while. This is the first of the six. I’m parked for the night right by the WiFi tower.
Before I could get too involved with the hydraulic leveling system I enjoyed a little time getting “saved” by my bass fishing neighbors.
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These are the steps for adding hydraulic fluid to the reservoir. I had to clean the reservoir to read the directions.
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I snagged a cardboard box to lay on while I worked. I did not want to lay in rocks and dirt and weeds. I serviced the jacks themselves too. These are what I used to clean and lubricate the four jacks. I also used a grease gun to grease the jacks.
All done. I added 3/4 of a quart of hydraulic fluid. The popping has stopped. I won’t know about the alarm until I move to Hartselle AL.Follow my exploits on Twitter and Instagram
I posted a new 1SE video. It’s one or so seconds from each day in my April.
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I had lunch at Tin Top BBQ #2. I got my pig wing fix for this summer. They were delicious as usual.
I was looking for a table. This gentleman in a driving cap invited me to join him. He told some good stories about his life. One was about how he worked his way up in ACIPO from sweeping the floor to being in charge of one section. He is 86 years old and still married to the same woman. We had a nice chat over lunch.
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On my. There are Peeps still hiding in WHQ. I can’t find them anywhere and there aren’t a lot of places.
I hope they escaped. I’d hate to find their dried out remains later.
Me wearing my favorite hat in paradise.
This lovely pair had 8 goslings.
Here are the goslings. I had to use software zoom so it’s blurry and pixelated but you get the idea.
A new foot bridge. This creates a shortcut from the RV Park to the restaurant. I find golf balls in some unsual locations. This is on the patio at the marina restaurant.The ouside dining area is my favorite place to sit. One of the things I like most about camping at Paradise Point is the wild flowers. Spring, summer and fall mother shows her colors in big ways.
November 10, 2014 I became the proud owner of a 1999 Fleetwood Discovery. It is a 34′ diesel pusher.
I take possession of it the week of Thanksgiving. I’m excited and afraid.
In one of her recent posts my dear friend Christy at The Blended Path Blog challenged her readers to write down a list of fears they might have about moving forward. Well I can handle that.
1. The unknown
2. Facing things alone
3. Mechanical problems
4. This is all a huge mistake
5. Leaving the people I love
6. Hurting the people I love
7. The logistics of bill paying, mail, dentists, doctors, prescriptions, tags, licenses,….
8. Money
9. Accidents
10. Being lonely
I think “the unknown” sums it up perfectly.
She also says, “as you breathe through that list, let each one go with a purposeful releasing breath. Know that you are safe, you are worthy, and you are loved. You do not always have to feel those things for them to be true.”
I’m going to give that a try. I can do it. I’m powered by excitement.
What have I done? A lot of things are the same as the last time I posted about my progress. Some of these seem to be never ending.
Cleaned out my office some more.
Took some junk away out of the yard
Threw more things away at the house. It amazes me how much there is to throw away.
Took a lot of items to the donation box
I looked at three more motor homes.
This Infinity motor home has 32,000 miles and the asking price is $33,000.I have no idea if that is a good deal. I did like the way it looked on the outside. It had one slide and no awning. One slide and an awning are on my preferences list. The mileage is two thousand over my 30,000 mile preference. That isn’t a big deal. I think this is a gas burner and people have told me that diesel is the only way to go. Beats me if there is any important difference.
It didn’t say how many miles were on the 1991 Holiday Rambler Imperial. The asking price wasn’t listed either.
It had no slide but it did have an awning. It appeared to have a gas engine. All around, I didn’t like the way this one looked.
I really liked the driver’s side door. I haven’t seen that before.
I also looked at a 1991 Winnebago. It had body damage and wheel damage.
500 Days is the name of this evil plan. I need your help picking a title/name for my upcoming evil plan: a seven day road trip across Tennessee: Memphis, Nashville, and Oak Ridge. Any naming suggestions?
I’m parked for the night right by the WiFi tower.
These are what I used to clean and lubricate the four jacks. I also used a grease gun to grease the jacks.
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I find golf balls in some unsual locations. This is on the patio at the marina restaurant.
The ouside dining area is my favorite place to sit. 
One of the things I like most about camping at Paradise Point is the wild flowers. Spring, summer and fall mother shows her colors in big ways.
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