Traveling at the speed of art!

Here in south Texas, I found an 'interactive art studio' where you do more than paint.  Tonight, was a sushi-making class!  It was easier than I thought--nori, sticky rice, some veggies, cream cheese and 'faux' crab all rolled together. Good stuff!
It might have been easier and tasted better if I had done as the others did--bring wine. But I didn't have a designated driver!

After the sushi, we moved over to the painting area, where a canvas and paints were set up for each of us. We painted in a background and then stensiled on the Japanese symbols for 'Live, Laugh, Love'.

This is a picture of my attempt!

It was a nice evening with 3 couples who were hospitable and fun to be around. I'm looking forward to, at least, one more class---AND thinking that I may have to try this on a smaller scale with a few friends.

Who's up for it?

Traveling at the speed of sleep.

Maybe it's Daylight Savings Time--no, that's not it.  Maybe it's rainy days. Maybe it's staying up until midnight---NO---wait a second---I think I have it!
The reason I can't wake up early when we're at an RV park is because of tryptophan! The RV park owners have all conspired to keep us here past 11 AM so we'll have to pay for another night!   Now I see their plan AND the purpose for the guard shack!  As you drive into the park, they spray tryptophan into your truck or motorhome.
That's got to be it!  I don't sleep in when we're parked at a Walmart. I don't sleep past 7 or 8 when we're at home---well,  not usually. Except for the last few months and that's because it's been cold. I NEVER sleep late in the summer time--unless the AC is set too low... or the room is dark... or I don't have a busy day planned.
It's only when we're in an RV park that I sleep late, so it can't be me. It's MUST be a conspiracy. It must be...
Never mind....I'm going back to bed!

Traveling at the speed of tumbling barbeque grills!

If the RV is rocking...we must be in south Texas!
[I wrote this several years ago. Well, I'm back in south Texas and the wind is the same. So I thought I would share this again--for your amusement! The only reason the wind hasn't blown my barbecue pit over this trip is that I don't have one! But, I think I see my neighbor's pit rolling down the street. Excuse me while I try to catch a pork chop!]
The wind here is always blowing. (I guess it would be or they wouldn't call it 'wind'!)  There are days when it's too windy.
"Wanna go for a bike ride?"
"Naw, it's too windy"
"Wanna go play golf?"
"Naw, it's too windy."
But yesterday was something else. Yesterday, the neighbor told me it was too windy for her to take the dog for a walk! It seems they didn't want their 10-pound pooch to become a kite.
Supper at the Italian place down the road was great and we walked out into the still night air, looked up at the moon and came to a screeching halt! "What happened to the wind?" Not a leaf stirred! "Well, it's a beautiful night after all."
When we got back to the RV park, we noticed that the wind had not left.
"Wanna move the coach down to the Italian-place?"
"Naw, it's too windy."
Then we snuggled down for a long-night's nap.
A doctor on a TV health show I had watched earlier in the day said that if you have trouble going to sleep, it might be helpful to put a hammock in your bedroom.  The swinging/rocking motion is just as soothing to adults as it is to babies. So going to sleep was easy---being gently swayed by the wind. Then the swaying turned into rocking and the rocking to buffeted! The "CRASH" at 3 in the morning brought hubby and me to an upright position. I went searching. The bikes? No, they fell about noon. The lawn chairs? No, they were still tucked away from 2 days ago. Then I saw it--the tumbling barbecue grill!
(Please note that I am NOT outside--just investigating from the safety (?) of the coach--looking out the windows.)
Hubby likes to cook outside and so he bought a grill that is about 2 feet by 1 foot--about 30 pounds of stainless steel--that sits on 6-inch legs on the folding table that we carry just for that purpose. A couple of days ago, after fighting the breeze all morning, he gave up.  "Can't cook outside. The wind keeps blowing out the fire."
But THIS was a first for us.  The wind was so strong it had blown the grill off of the table--mystery solved.
"Wanna go back to bed?"
"Naw, it's too windy."