the doubts keep coming

and I hate it.

yeah, that was me - mid 70s

Being here has been good for me.  I've joined a health club and am working out with one of the trainers each week.  Knees feel stronger and the trainer mentioned, just yesterday, that my movement seems more fluid.

Propaganda?

Who can really tell, anymore?  It's a mad mad mad mad mad mad world....

Trump and the republithugs are running us into the ground.

Hillary continues to whine and point fingers of blame. Go away, Hillary. Please.

When I think about going back to the mountains, my thoughts turn to the Griffins and I don't want to have anything more to do with that.  Just like with Mary, I let that association go on far too long.

Living in an RV park is okay, but a little bizarre at times. Everyone seems friendly enough. Nearly everyone waves.  And now that might hot water issue has solved itself (I honestly don't know how) and the air is back on, things are good.  Hurricane Irma was a clarion call, but I am over it. The wifi does not always work, but at least the proprietors are not in my business like RJ was.

Here there is no ma Barker and no skanks to file false police report on me or knock down my mail box or slime my car.

Gone are the occasions where I drive by St,. Paul or St Pius or, heaven forbid, the Science center. Too many bad memories there. Not an issue here.

All is new.

You know, I sometimes wonder if I will ever go back...