Poor Betty (our motorhome). Her battery is dead as a doornail. Until I get her a new one, she’s comotose and not going anywhere.
Poor me. I’ve been feeling a wanderlust, sparked by Mary Hone’s “Tales from the Backroad” Facebook postings. But with Betty in a coma and me trying hard to make a living, lust must be abated.
Poor dogs. Since we got back from the Perimeter, they’ve been waiting to explore wherever. Every few hours they attempt to herd me out the door.
Except when it’s raining.
While it’s wet, Zack and Zoe are content to just gaze out the window. But now with spring and sunny days …
It’s time to wake Betty. And maybe worry about making a living … later.