20110515
2011 05 15
Well, that was way overly optimistic. We're still in California, but slowly getting (1) healthier and (2) packed. Que sera, sera. I'll keep you posted
20110119
2011 01 18 - Leaving on a ... slow RAV4
We are finally on the road!! As of Thursday, January 19th, our spotty internet access is going to be non-existent. We will get back in touch as soon as possible, but it could be a couple of weeks. Por fin, estamos en el camino! A partir del jueves, 19 de enero, el accesso a internet irregular va a ser inexistente. Pondremos en contacto tan pronto como sea posible, pero podría ser un par de semanas.
20101203
2010 12 02
We are, unfortunately, still in California. Sigh. I wanted to share my newest Joy of Cooking Out-of-doors recipe with you:
Sloppy Joes al mapache
Scrumble fry a bunch of hamburger with some onions and spices. In the outdoors, in the cold, on a camp stove. Chop some carrots whilst the meat is browning, in the absence of cutting board cutting your thumb at the same time. Find cans of tomato paste and prepare to borrow a can of beans from the landlord. Stir meat. Look for can opener. Stir meat. Whilst locating can opener, discover that el mapache who lives under the truck has been at the closed and locked-down bin with the bread in, and has powdered the buns you were going to use as the Joes under the Sloppy. OK, no bread. Stir meat, add carrots. Fail to borrow a can of beans because you've failed to locate the can opener. OK, no tomato paste, no beans. Stir meat, add chicken bullion and water. Serve hamburger soup with Melba toast, pepper to taste.
Don't I love Nature? - living in the wilds and cooking over the campfire. In the cold, the rain, the wind and the fucking mapaches. I had a mapache-fur coat once upon a time, when it was more socially acceptable to wear animal skins. I think I may soon get another - or at least the beginnings of one.
Hint: Spanish nomenclature
Sloppy Joes al mapache
Scrumble fry a bunch of hamburger with some onions and spices. In the outdoors, in the cold, on a camp stove. Chop some carrots whilst the meat is browning, in the absence of cutting board cutting your thumb at the same time. Find cans of tomato paste and prepare to borrow a can of beans from the landlord. Stir meat. Look for can opener. Stir meat. Whilst locating can opener, discover that el mapache who lives under the truck has been at the closed and locked-down bin with the bread in, and has powdered the buns you were going to use as the Joes under the Sloppy. OK, no bread. Stir meat, add carrots. Fail to borrow a can of beans because you've failed to locate the can opener. OK, no tomato paste, no beans. Stir meat, add chicken bullion and water. Serve hamburger soup with Melba toast, pepper to taste.
Don't I love Nature? - living in the wilds and cooking over the campfire. In the cold, the rain, the wind and the fucking mapaches. I had a mapache-fur coat once upon a time, when it was more socially acceptable to wear animal skins. I think I may soon get another - or at least the beginnings of one.
Hint: Spanish nomenclature
20101109
2010 11 09 - Better late than never
It is raining. It is cold. I am cold and wet. And grumpy. Gary is cold and wet. And grumpy. I have had a virus/cold since Labour Day. Ditto Gary. Our possessions are cold and wet. The truck is cold and wet. We have no place to sleep that is not also cold and wet. Therefore, we have decided to throw the stuff into the truck and get on the road to Tucson, where we will put it all in a storage unit and sort it out there. We should be there before the 1st of December. It is not raining in Tucson, and it is unlikely to rain like it is here. We will sort out enough to live on for a couple of months and head to Zamora, where it is warm and dry. And Christmas, but that is a problem of a different colour. Once we have thawed, we will return to Tucson and deal with actually getting the rest of the house moved to Zamora. We think this is a much more sensible plan than trying to fight the rain here, even though it is going to use up money that we don't really have. Too bad we didn't get to this point a year or two ago, eh?
20100928
2010 09 28
Samuel Clemens, with or without 't', never remember - and otherwise known as Mark Twain, has never been a favourite author of yours truly - that folksy down-home southern american crap simply does not appeal. However, he did say this:
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."
He was a little optimistic, and definitely not modern P.C. but I think that should be required learning in schools, don't you?
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."
He was a little optimistic, and definitely not modern P.C. but I think that should be required learning in schools, don't you?
20100819
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Up-date sort-of well maybe
I have realised that I have started way too many of these entries with the words "well, here I am ...". Well, I am going to try to change that.
Well, here we are, sitting around the camp-fire dreaming of the time when we can sleep in a bed, bathe in a bathroom, eat at a table, shit in a toilet - you get the point. We're camped out in the back forty a friend owns and it is getting way too tiresome for words. We have a lot to do yet to pack up, but we are seeing progress, light at the end of the tunnel, ground through the trash ... pick your euphemism. We're not on our way to Mexico, but we're on our way. And if ever anything interesting happens, I'll be sure to blog about it here. You'll be the first to know.
Well, here we are, sitting around the camp-fire dreaming of the time when we can sleep in a bed, bathe in a bathroom, eat at a table, shit in a toilet - you get the point. We're camped out in the back forty a friend owns and it is getting way too tiresome for words. We have a lot to do yet to pack up, but we are seeing progress, light at the end of the tunnel, ground through the trash ... pick your euphemism. We're not on our way to Mexico, but we're on our way. And if ever anything interesting happens, I'll be sure to blog about it here. You'll be the first to know.
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