Hollywood RV Park Homes - Los Angeles - Sunday - Dec. 28, 2025

Sunshine, glorious sunshine!  Another hot day. Yesterday was sunny too.  Blue skies.  Laura was sitting at the picnic table reading. Walking Madigan I really appreciated the after rain scent in the air. Earthy smells.  Clean.  Happy trees, leaves and birds.  

I drove out in the morning to get Breakfast Burrito but the place was closed so I came back with Egg and Sausage McMuffins with sides of bacon for Madigan. That was it for activity.  I investigated the kitchen outflow water leak and decided it was beyond my scope. I’d have to pull up more floor or something to access it. I could see it but not reach it.  A loose hose clamp perhaps.  Lisa at the office recommended Phil who I called and will come on Wednesday. 

I’m working Monday all day and Tuesday we’re going to the Geddy.  

Laura sat at the table with Madigan. She walked him too. I lay on the couch reading.  It’s a book of intrigue from the Vatican and Medici.  I read a bit, check facebook and X , then nap, then read, then throw the ball for Madigan. Then I pet Madigan. He jumps on my face and lies on my chest.  Then he chases his tail barking at it. Then he sits on the table and gets a massage of his head back and ears.

Meanwhile I’m napping and reading and scrolling social media some more.  Later we snack.

We ordered Domino Hawaiian Pizza with the thin crust and balls of garlic bread.  We began binging Bosche again.  Jeri Ryan from Startek Borg episodes was a marvellous gorgeous villain.  I loved her and the whole dirty police episode and the politics of city and church and race.  It’s all more poignant because we’re in Hollywood and recognize some of the streets and places where the action occurs.  

I looked on the map and Bosche’s house is indicated .  Laura loves Bosche too.  “I’ve seen all the episodes.’   I d not seen these as I’d only become interested when the daughter joined the police. Here’s she’s still a teen ager.  I’m enjoying the relationships of Leutentant, J. Edgar, his prolifiler wife and comic pair.  The relationships are like Friends but with purpose.

Today’s another day with no plans but a meeting.  Maybe more of the same with Bosche in the evening . I suggested to Laura we could go back into Hollywood now that’s it’s not raining Maybe visit Bosche house.  Very much the tourist thing.  She enjoys the rest from work.  

I’m thankful. Grateful.  I love being here in the Thor with Laura and Madigan.  It’s peaceful and cozy.  Another day in LA. 

LACMA - Los Angeles County Museum and ART - Dec. 26, 2025

What a wonderful museum and art gallery!!!   With the torrential rain storm continuing and surfing in the rivers on the freeway with flooding in the north we were so pleased we’d scheduled ourselves an indoor activity.  

Easy to access parking was great, the whole grounds was celebration of art, with exotic mounted animals sculptures and whimsical lights.  I had investigated LACMA months before joining for the Impressionists and Post Impressionist Exhibit. 

I’m a major fan of impressionist works since I bought my first Renoir print and the Picasso Man of La Mancho print to adorn my undergraduate  bachelor across from the University of Winnipeg.  Next I’d love the impressionist exhibits at the National Gallery in London  then it was just  something I looked forward to seeing travelling.  Like Brandenburg concertos for the eyes or the Beatles or Steely Dan.  There were superb exhibits of impressionists in New York’s MET,  Moscow and St. Petersburg.  Of course Paris was the best with the Louvre and Musee d’Orsay. 

Now I’m here in LA and have so enjoyed the impressionist exhibits  at the LACMA.  

There’s never a lot of impressionists together except at Musee d’Orsay or the Winter Palace.  At LACMA there were quite a few Claude Monet.  There was a Degas or two.  I loved the Renoir Sisters and vase of Roses. . There were a few Pissaro and Toulouse Lautrec.  Impressionists are always uplifting. I enjoy now that I’ve seen a few over time guessing who the painter is.  I loved seeing the American impressionists which I’d not known. I enjoyed seeing the Van Gogh. I  like the atmosphere of galleries and museums. LACMA is spiritual in that way. A mix of library and church. 

 

After the Impressionist exhibit we moseyed through the Realms of Dharma exhibit. I loved the accompanying history discussing the basic tenets of Mahayana Buddhism, multidimensions and Boddhisatavas, Compasion and Wisdom. The exhibit separated the original works from India and then showed how they’d spread through Nepal Tibet, Japan China and Korea.  

Next there was an exhibit of wood cuts from different times and different parts of the world. The only one that I really know is the Scream but these were all interesting as an early form of reproduction.

I’m not usually a fan of modern art but I really was taken by the Sierra exhibit, the Band, This was an installation of over 200 tons of steel made over 2 1/2 have years. A woman said she kept returning to it because it was her ‘church’.  I certainly felt ‘sacred’ standing inside the safety of folds of steel.  

I love art gallery and museum stores. It’s a very best place for buying art books and elegant gifts.   The Vancouver Art Gallery gift shop is a perennial favourite.   Now. LACMA was no exception.  I was able to buy Laura  designer sweats Christmas gift while she found the perfect gift for artist sister.  What fun.  An incredible day .  I love LACMA. 

Santa Monica Pier - Christmas Day 2025

We were thankful the rain let up. We’ve been having intermittent deluges. They used to call these the Pineapple Express. Now they call them an  ‘atmospheric river’.  We were blessed that the rain let up and we could drive to Santa Monica Pier as per our loose Christmas Day plan.  

Parking was easy with lots of places.  We walked down to the pier with Madigan. He has lots of good sniffs and piddles before we got into the zoo of the actual pier. Lots of others decided they’d come here too. A favourite tourist site. The ocean was grand with great breakers.  I was thankful to be on land.  After years of sailing off shore  I’m very respectful of the sea. I’m so enjoying land and my motorhome.  Lots of food outlets on the pier.  I liked the sign for the end of Route 66 the famous highway that crossed the continental.  

My friend George was on this last year or the year before driving a stretch with a friend in a fast car.

I liked taking pictures, enjoyed the sun shine and the carnival spirit of the Pier.  Kids and dogs and families.  

After we had delicious omelette croissant’s at this delightful indoor out expresso stop called Ciello.  The spiced mocha was a new treat.  I like LA for the novelty.  I got Madigan a side of bacon and he loved being hand fed by Laura.  

Then we drove to the Hollywood Walk of fame getting lost and driving up to the top of the hills because I’d put in the wrong Hollywood Blvd street numbers. Laura said her ears popped and with the narrow climbing winding lanes I felt like I was back on  mountain logging roads hunting. It’s like West Vancouver.  Not my cup of tea. I’m a flatlander and Laura was glad when we got back down to plains. The rain had returned in full so we didn’t stop, just drove by the walk of fame and headed home for an evening in,

We’re watching old Bosch episodes and enjoying the sights and references of this Hollywood Homicide series.  “Look that’s where we were’ we shout every episode. 

Of course it was Christmas Day and we were thankful we’d attended the St. Andrew and St. Charles Episcopal Choral Eucharist last night.  God is good all of the time and we feel blessed to be alive and here.

Thank you Jesus.  

 

Saint Andrew and Saint Charles Episcopal Church - Choral Christmas Eve - Granada Hills, LA

What a distinctive wonderful church.  Despite the shingle architecture when we were welcomed early, several men and women were rushing about with pails and mops to address the roofs leaks following the deluges of the last couple of days. The church was definitely an ark.  It reminded me that as a child my father had fixed our Trinity Baptist roof on his weekends , volunteering his service as much for mom as for the community.   I regret how smart and clever I felt lecturing at the university onlyolder realizing the poetry of parents humble Christian service and love.

I felt good at Saint Andrew and Saint Charles Church, that sense I get when I am on hallowed ground.. This church was a marriage Episcopalian St. Andrew’s and  Methodist St. Charles Church sacramentally born in the mid 1950’s and flourishing today, as a spiritual centre.  Laura, my Catholic grandmother partner felt at home too.  Everyone was friendly.

The music was ethereal. The choir and musicians would be called ‘professional’ in other circles .The quality of sound as worthy of the grace bestowed.  No politics. No distractions.  Christmas Eve, the birth,and meaning of God born man and reborn again and again.  Songs I learned as a child “Come all ye Faithful’  ‘Born In a manger’. “Little Town of Bethlehem ‘Silent night’.  Candles and prayers together.  The Nicene creed recited .  Families joined and gathered and shared the peace.  We loved seeing these well groomed children and young adults all participating with their parents in sacred ancient rites.  Laura and I felt special as guests joining this ‘home’ and participating in the sacramental meal.  The Sermon was deeply moving and hopeful. The presence of Christ Jesus reborn this day and always.  God within. Do not be afraid.  We are no alone. 

At the end we walked out into the darkness feeling some of the light and warmth of St. Andrew and St Charles Episcopal Church came with us.

Thank you for making Christmas Eve 2025 moving and memorable for us.  

We drove back to the Hollywood RV Park where we are staying in the motorhome I drove down from Canada leaving our community Burnaby church St. Barnabus Episcopal there and so glad to have found a welcoming community here.  

Hollywood RV Park - Christmas Eve Day 2025

We awoke to heavy deluge and winds.  I’ve uprighted my Starlink and it’s working fine.  There’s a leak in the connection between the kitchen sink out outlet to the grey water tank. Flooding was warned on the news.

Laura is connected to the weather. My nephew is connected to the stars. My other nephews are connected to the baby and toddlers.

I continue to seek deeper connection with the Creator.

Today we might call the Creator, the primary programmer. Grace, the writer, who works at the front office told me ‘the law of attraction says that we attract what we are afraid of.  I’m really afraid of being a billionaire.”

I dreamed another recurring dream of shame , the incontinence and need to clean poo off my hands. Ironically I was just climbing the stairs as one who was allowed into the highest eschallon of academia. And there I was having to wipe poop off my hands.  I’m linked to the physical as I try to dove higher and seek the land for the ark. I’m carrying a leaf in my beak.

Madigan has peed on the mirror again. He piddles and marks territory at night while we sleep. It may be brought on by anxiety. He was barking and I ignored it. He takes too much delight in my responding to his alarms.

Yesterday I worked all day. A long day .  Starting at 9 am and ending at 7 pm. I worked through lunch too but caught up for my time off. The pressing concerns of patients were addressed. The pressure on Mary Lou alleviated. I have three more to see today The Starlink was knocked over in the wind and rain . I was concerned it might interfere with my work but I righted the tripod , took out one of the extensions and I’m still connected.

We found a service 15 minute away, choral Eucharist at the St. Andrew’s and Charles Episcopalian.  

Laura is up.  Hugs and kisses.  Madigan excited that something will happen.  I’ve made her coffee. I’m boiling eggs. He’s napping on the couch.  Severe weather warning.  Flooding roads. Advisory not to drive if not necessary.  I feel the unrest. I believe it’s the sailor in me. I wasn’t at all concerned about weather younger.  Also there’s the general fear and doom and gloom of media which I consume.  

And here’s its Christmas Even. I watched the Chosen and God coming into life as a baby.  Families are central to existence here. Everywhere I go I see men and women dedicated to little ones. I’m caring for my dog and for Laura who has given her life to children and also worked in health care administration.  

I don’t know what my dream means.  I climb to the highest pinnacle of success and I still shit. We watched F1 - formula 1 with Brad Pitt last night. Incredible racing car movie. I loved it. Ironically I feel like I’m flying in my vehicles. The first time was driving my Mustang at high speed. Then the Harley. Now I’m jockeying for position and totally alert in my motorhome.  This Thor is the challenge. I loved that the movie celebrated driving. There was Brad Pitt, Sonny Hayes, racing in any race or car - the Daytona, the Formula one , the Dune Buggy.  I’m enjoying the challenge of driving the motorhome but before it was cars, trucks and motorcycles and sailboats. 

I used to like long distance night driving but with my vision today I delight in the day.  

Just walked Madigan in a lull in the wind and rain. He met Abby , another little dog with her name on her jacket.  He didn’t poop but he peed and we both got a little fresh air. Some limbs from trees were knocked down  and the staff were going about in carts picking them up.  

It’s Christmas Eve day.  Laura says that the forecast is sunny and hot for the weekend.  It’s cozy here.  

Thank you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spirit.  

Hollywood RV Park - Adventure South - Laura arriving

It’s another good day in paradise.  Sunshine and warmth.  Pressed the snooze bar.  Slept in a half hour.  Laura just texted she’s boarding.  Madigan is content. He’ll be ecstatic when she sees him.

I’ve cleaned . Changed the sheets and towels.  Whiskered the floors. Stocked the fridge.  I have to walk him or take him with me. Google says he should be in a carrier. I have his therapy vest so could have him along. But he could stay and watch the home. It’s not long. He’ll be guarding Thor a few times this week.  He’s okay. I’ll walk him and leave him. One less variable to consider with traffic.  He’s not happy in the rental car because he can’t lie against me like he does in the my car and truck.

She arrives 1145 and I’m leaving here at 10 am . It’s 830 now.  It’s been a bit like NASA to me.  Getting to LA and set up to have her visit. Coming down I’d worried about damage or breakdowns and the delay interfering with my being and doing what I am today. Logistics. I’m here to accept her.  NASA we have contact!!!!  Once she’s here it’s easy street.  She’s happy with the dog, being fed and driven about. She says she has a new book. I’ll get the lawn chair out later.  I’m really looking forward to seeing her.

Last night enjoyed watching Christmas with the Chosen.  Thought about the courage and mystery of childbirth.  Remembered the hundreds deliveries I participated in. I was all all concerned about my part but knew enough from theatre training that I wasn’t the lead.  Funny how so many people upstage or try to.  In my mind though I was the assistant.  As the second son I was raised as the assistant.  In surgery I was glad to assistant.  In my private practice I’m happy to be the leader and in some areas of my speciality I really don’t know who would know more or do better than me. But in general I’m enjoying the young folk coming along reminding me of when I was the young shot , not the old elephant. 

I love the mother in the Chosen and the baby being born in the manger. Joseph and the shepherds were highlighted. It was a touching tale.

The Christian God is the God of Humility.  Not the warrior hierachal god of Superman.  Just a baby come into this life as a holy spy.  God came to earth and we crucified him. My vision in Jerusalem on the Via Doloroso was the sign saying ‘Don’t go there, they kill God.”

Now we have a whole religion that believes in killing anyone who disagrees with them.  Live and let live hasn’t made it far in the world.  Give peace a chance.  We hear all these messages but the cannibals see meat.  

I am a barbarian and enjoying reading the story of the PICTs and Scots and Roman’s at Hadrian’s wall. Civilization and invaders.  

Christmas , the birth of Christ.  There are lights up.  I liked last year being with Laura’s family.  I loved being with Adell and the kids in Napanee.  I enjoy seeing all the family pictures.  Come together, Right Now.  

I’ve had a shower. I expect it’s time to walk Madigan then I’ll dress and start out. Better to arrive early.  I’m getting excited. Just hugging Laura is a blessing. I read that Kirk has gone to Vernon. I’m glad he’ll have his family Christmas.  I like that all over people are coming together.  

Jesus taught,Love god and love your neighbour as yourself.  He said so many times ‘do not be afraid.’ Too.  Thank you Jesus.. 

Jesus means the God Saves.  I think of the goalie in hockey when I hear the word ‘saves’.  Yahweh , Ysshua Saves. 

Christ is the anointed one . He is anointed and chosen by god and the Holy Spirit. The trinity is the three person God, God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.

Christmas we celebrate the coming of God into the world.  It’s always Now and now again we celebrate rebirth and rejuvenation.  At the lowest point in the year we celebrated Christ.  Always at this time long before Jesus was born we as humans celebrated the sun’s journey.  Winter ends and spring begins.  Life.  I’m so glad Laura is joining Madigan and I so we can be together this season and she can get a good dose of sunshine before returning north. I’ve down for another month or two planning on visit Fountain of Youth , Bombay Beach, and Yuma and Algadones.  Then I’ll head back north to see her again. I got lonely last year and was so glad to return to her and friends and Vancouver and the world I have there, known and cherished.  

Thank you God for this day. Hallelujah!

LA Sunday -conversation with God

I didn’t go to church this morning.  It looked like a lovely friendly community church. I had sought dog friendly churches. Presbyterian. There was St.  Mark’s.  Perfect, except.  Except what.  I was all set to go last night. I had the same experience with my home church before I left on this trip.  The mention of the priest’s husband in the review caught my eye. I thought LGBT.  I had a knee jerk reaction.  Like because I didn’t wish to go to a Chinese restaurant rather than an Italian restaurant I was somehow at fault.  I guess it’s Christmas season and I’ve been reminiscing about my family , the father and mother and brother and aunts and grandparents and Christmas.  There was no ‘woke’.  There was no LGBT.  I wasn’t even sexual.  I’ve missed the innocence of prebuscent.

In church we talked of Jesus.  Castrated maybe.  He probably was cavorting with Mary Magdalene or Peter or whatever. I always thought they were celibate monks.  When I trained spiritually I was celibate a month. The idea was to focus on the divine not he mundane. I fasted too.  I was stoic.  Later I’d indulge in hedonism. I’ve not eschewed pleasure. I’d done my time in better living through chemistry.

I don’t want to be distracted. The gay church is sexual.  The LGBT community of which I’m a part identifies with eroticism.  The body as temple. I miss the Christian family church.  Not because of heterosexuality but because I was part of this blood group and part of this community. And yes we were white and we were tribal and the LGBT folk were present but they weren’t family. The home of my child revolved around raising children , around mom and dad and us kids serving here. It was Rockwellian.  I didn’t think of it as superior. I didn’t think of it much but rather lived it, family and  community.

I wasn’t predjudiced or racist or any of those names uncreative people call people today. That was my home. That was my community.  There were blacks and Jews and even Catholics but they were a minority. I was WASP. The focus of the community was Christian and White and bit British Empire and Métis.  Canadian. There were Poles and Swedes and Ukrainians. It was a multi ethnic neighborhood.   I was Irish and Scottish.  We were all Canadian first though.  Jesus was Jewish and we didn’t hate the Jews.  We didn’t think the Jews killed Jesus.  We read scripture and the story of the Bible was Everyman.

God was all of us.  Jesus was the child within and the journey and the salvation. I was a child of God and I was on the path of righteousness trying to be the best person I could be. I went on to work as a doctor and servant of my people. I saw the washing of the feet of the disciples at crucial.  I studied the Bible in Sunday school and later at university and in theology school. I study comparative religions and philosophy and psychology and eventually psychiatry and addiction medicine. I liked delivering babies and suturing wounds. I like healing. I liked teaching. I felt all I did was Christian. 

A beautiful young woman walked by in pirates white long sleeved cream blouse and wide maroon gaucho pants with black ballet slippers.  When I was younger I’d be distracted by her more than a sentence of writing.

Younger I was always distracted by women. Now I am thankful I don’t have that drive to reproduce or a desire for intimacy with strangers. I’m happy with the conventions, the nods and smiles and waves. That’s enough. With other dog folk we let our dogs greet and meet but we have no desire to sniff each others butts and genitals.  We’re a proper people.

I’m here thinking about God and my relationship. There’s a sense of the holy. A feeling of being in the ‘flow’.  There’s transcendence. There’s spiritual experiences.  I live for those. I call it playing peek a boo with Jesus. Right now I’m waiting for my second coffee.  I loved walking the dog and picking up his poop and depositing it in the waste. I liked the air and the exotic. I’m in a different city and place with my Thor Hurricane Motorhome as base.  I’ve rented a car and driven about the hectic streets.  It’s a busy intense active place.  I miss the wilderness. I’ll be in the desert next month.  Now I’m with people and God acts through people. God is all and God is Good.  My God is a loving God.  Thank you God.  

Laura is coming tomorrow and I’ll pick her up at LAX at 1145 am at the arrival terminal.   She is my friend.  We’ve been intimate on occasion. Ours was a relationship of friendship and respect and caring . I like that I care for her and we care for Madigan together. She has a large family with three children and 5 grandchildren or maybe 7 and her sister and brother in law and their extended family. I have family out east and visited them last year. I’ve hoped to visit my father’s family in the north. I remember Dad and Mom when he retired liked to visit old neighbours and family and friends.

My friend once asked his 96 year old mother what kept her going. “Watching the family,” she said. I’m always curious to know what happens next.”  Life as a captivating soap opera.  Laura is like that. She’s entertained by the stories of her children. We all enjoy the pictures and videos of the youngest. I’m fascinated by my great nieces and nephews. The nephews sliding down a hill took me back to their grandfather , my brother and I sliding down hills on toboggans and sleds.  Chopping trees with dad and mom. The rituals of the season.  Parkas and snowshoes.  Ice Fishing. I don’t think we caught any at all but dad built the hut and we sat around a hole with a heat and waited.  Dad meditated but it was a wild hunters Canadian way of meditation. No incense sticks except maybe pine bows wood smoke.  I like seeing social media clips of the god children helping their parents prepare wild meat for dinner.  Great venison and bear stews. 

Thank you God for this day.  Madigan is watching the door. He’s like an old European grandmother keeping a look out on the neighborhood. He’s keen to see another dog first. On the lane one over there’s a dog sitting in the window of their motorhome , watching.  I have no idea what they communicate in their barks of territory and greeting and alarm.  It’s all community though. We grew up with dogs and dogs were apart of our neighbourhood and football games and bike rides and walks by the river.  

I’ve made another cup of coffee. The Ethiopian Yergicheffe beans I’ve just roasted  will be added to the communal coffee can making the mix more holy.  Laura will have the best of coffee when she arrives.  I’ve already bought steaks from the the Carne butcher.  Mexican love their beef.  Rancheros. I loved living in Mexico and look forward to visiting in the new year. 

Philomena Cunk the comedian describedour relationship with God the almighty as ‘collective groveling’.  I know that. Phillips book, Your god is too small resonates. I’m often praying to God like a 911 telephone I carry in my pocket.  I fear punishment. I know God is love but I’m on guard.  Life has been a series of trials and challenges.  I liked learning that God made the Garden of Eden such that he needed Adam to be there for pruning, watering and such. I’m necessary.  I’m doing my part.   Intellectually I perceive spiritual laws and find that when I’m doing good good happens.  Moderation is good.  Love and kindness are good.  Jesus said the key was to ‘love God and love your neighbour as yourself.’   I’m doing that but the ‘devil is in the details’.  We talk of addiction and compulsion and care and self care.  

After the coffee and a cookie I’ll make a run to Home Depot to get new sewage hose.  Then I’ll drive to pick up laundry.  That’s as far ahead as I’ve gone with planning today.   

Thank  you Jesus. Thank you God. Thank you Holy Spirit

 

Hollywood RV Park, LA - Dec. 19, 2025. 820 am

I’m enjoying the morning sunshine.  I’ve prayed and meditated.  I’m ambivalent about going to church this morning.  There’s a service at St. Mark’s Episcopalean at 10 am that welcomes dogs.  Yet my desire seems to be to lie on the couch some more.  My backs hurts is the best excuse.  I have been busy since I arrived and the days coming down. A day of rest would be desirable.  I’ll be going to church for Christmas.  I’m not sure about community.  I like the Hollywood RV Park.  A real mix of people with some obvious eccentrics.  I could see a movie being made here .  Trailer Park Geezers, maybe.  The dogs are a hoot.  I’m looking forward to the Fortune of youth hotsprings and the little dog park.

Laura is coming tomorrow. We’re excited.  I pick her up at LAX at 1145.  I leave here at 10 as it says it’s an hour or so drive. 

Today I have two errands, to pick up my laundry and to go to Home Depot to pick up a new sewer hose. I changed the sheets and pillow cases and put out fresh towels for Laura. I’ve filled the freezer and fridge and put out the barbecue on the table. 

Our plan is the Griffith, LACounty Artmuseum, the GETTY, and Stanta Monica Pier ,Rodeo Drive and Hollywood central.  We’ve three weeks so that’s sufficient.  I’ll see what else Laura wants to do.  There’s the little dog walk here that’s part of our daily adventure. So far he’s pooped regularly, yesterday morning and evening.  There’s lots of great smells for him.  He didn’’t like the drive to Sim Valley and I wasn’t pleased when their RV parts store wasn’t open.  HE was panting I think because he was anxious and I wouldn’t let him sit on my lap. The same occurs in the Motorhome. In the camper and truck he could lead against and that must have stilled his anxiety. The touch.  Now he pants. I pet him and he settles but I have to keep him always from my ‘cockpit’ since I’m concerned about our safety. He’ll be pleased to have Laura visit.  She spoils him and he’s comforted when we are together. I am too.  Older I’m feeling more lonely and vulnerable. I resisted sliding down that slippery slope.  I liked Clint Eastwood on aging saying “I refuse to let the old man in”.

Madigan is up on the table again.  He got up to see a neighbour going to their car and leaving. Then he stayed. He likes to be close.  

I am grateful for him.  He’s good company.  I like that he gets me out walking each day.  I’ve been talking to him more.  He seems like a little kid but he’s a middle age dog and that comes out with his grumbling. I do like his enthusiasm.,

A couple of the young girls have walked by in white t shirts and shorts .  One got in her Fiat and drove away. That woke up Madigan.  I think she’s in the Class C motorhome beside me.  The other girl walked by looking like she was trying to find a better signal for her cell phone. Earlier a kind of older hippy like woman with long hair and flowing multihued clothes walked by.  The Ladies is a cross from me.  That’s a draw.  The men that have walked by have been older were characteristic slants from former back or limb injuries.  We are not ‘spry’.  I middle aged robust bearded man walked by.  I don’t even have all my curtains up and it’s a lot to see.  I like the wakening.

I had a shower.  May have another cup of coffee. I put liniment on my back and am using it as an excuse to consider the couch. I’m also thinking the vibrator pillow could improve on that idea.  I have loved lying on couches reading since I was a child. My father’s favourite place to.  Watching tv.  Then mom got them the reclining chairs and they both took up station in the evening watching tv with tv trays. My brother other I would then get the couch , both of us or one of us would sit on the carpeted floor with a pillow watching NHL.  We watched hockey as a family.  Mom made pop corn. It was a winter tradition

Madigan is very interested in the Fiat that has returned . The girl is wearing a white hat and bulk grey sweater with Nike black shorts and running shoes. Madigan jumped up on the table to watch her walk from the car to the Class C.  I am a Class A motorhome. When Iwas buying mine I learned that Class A referred to the big window versus the regular truck window on the Class C. I do love my Class A windscreen which makes driving feel like I’m in a movie theater.  I just Madigan’s picture when he looked back at me.

I don’t know what the state of the world is yet. I’ve not ‘checked’ social media. The prescribed media is ICE, Climate Change, Governemnt Corruptin in Canada and the US, Anti semitism, bombing Syria ISIS, bombing Venezuelan drug boats, taking over Venezuealan assets, continued Quebec partisan milk demands yet again, the 51st state and Alberta independence, lost of free speech and Muslim war on British ‘values’.  Carnie saying Canadian values are Muslim values.  It’s all so bizarre and predictable with daily absurdities.  I like looking at Sidney Sweeney.  She’s a piece of apple pie adn ice cream.  

It’s a down day.  I could be organizing to make progress on my book but frankly I like the down day.  There’s still time to get to church but another coffee/or walking Madigan for his morning poop are more appealing.  

Thank you Jesus. Thank you Holy Spirit. Thank you God.