"First say to yourself what you would be: and then do what you have to"
- Epictetus, philosopher
"Success is a journey, not a destination. The doing is often more important than the outcome"
- Arthur Ashe, tennis champion
"To fulfill a dream, to be allowed to sweat over lonely labor, to be given the chance to create, is the meat and potatoes of life"
- Bette Davis, actress
...can I just start again Mister?
I'm not happy. Not one eenie weenie teenie bit. I don't like the new La Chateau Tento location. It sucks! As far as a House and Land Package goes I have been dudded. I mean seriously, what is a poor boy 'sposed to do? Fair enough, those nice plain clothes detectives had to ask me to leave because my spot had to be rejuvenated. That's the old spot, not the new spot down south (think coastline again, not waistline!). But see, people don't understand what I have put into that spot. I tried to have a pleasant view to wake up to in the morning and so I did that. Beautiful. Scenic views over the ocean. Puuuuurrrrrfect. Except that I had to create a bit of camouflage so that the public couldn't view me viewing, if you get the drift! OhK. I manipulated all of the little green plant thingies to grow over the top of me. Weeell, not over the top of ME eggs actly but over the top of La Chateau Tento, so that when they sent the armed forces out to look for me, a la Rambo, they couldn't find me. I did that. OhK. When the detectives enquired as to me using toilet facilities I explained that I hadn't built an ensuite as yet, they wanted to know where I.....you know..... where I..... Well I explained that for the non liquid form I used the public facilities and for the liquid variety iI used an empty milk container. I even asked if they would like to inspect IT (nooo, the milk container!). They politely refused. I mean I really had put a lot of work into that site. The bush rats were a problem, soooo big you could almost put a saddle on them and ride 'em out of town. So big they ate through the army tent like it was blue vein cheesie stuff leaving holes bigger than the entrance. The snakes liked the rats because then they could squeeze their lithe little bodies through the rat holes to come and snuggle up with me when they felt lonely. Anyway I spent all of my spare time using masking tape to cover the holes until it got to a point there was much more tape than tent. Oh yeah, lotsa work indeed.....
....oh that poor human being....
Then of course there were the cyclones and tornadoes trying to take me out like Tornado TakeMeOut. I mean they didn't get me (YET!) but they went and snapped the support rods that held up the tent. SNAAAAAAP........ right through the roof of the residence.....
Are you starting to get a feel for the condition of my camping creation. Then of course there are the zip thingies that are supposed to prevent creepie crawlies form entering and eating you. And 'supposed to' are the appropriate words. I have had about 8 tents over the last three plus years. Maybe the zippers are only supposed to last for the length of a camping holiday, about 2 -4 weeks, d'ya think? Hmmmm.... well that seems to be as long as these door sealers seem to work. Once they go they are gone, then I try the oil, usually coconut 'cause it smells nice and I use it for moisturiser and eat it when there's nothing else. Then I try butter, margarine, then body moisturiser, body gel (usually with a nice incense scent!). When it gets bad I use spanners, pliers, scissors, and elastic rope to try and pull the zips shut. When they get a bit old they usually don't shut but they always smell nice.......
Are you starting to get a feel for the condition of my camping creation. Then of course there are the zip thingies that are supposed to prevent creepie crawlies form entering and eating you. And 'supposed to' are the appropriate words. I have had about 8 tents over the last three plus years. Maybe the zippers are only supposed to last for the length of a camping holiday, about 2 -4 weeks, d'ya think? Hmmmm.... well that seems to be as long as these door sealers seem to work. Once they go they are gone, then I try the oil, usually coconut 'cause it smells nice and I use it for moisturiser and eat it when there's nothing else. Then I try butter, margarine, then body moisturiser, body gel (usually with a nice incense scent!). When it gets bad I use spanners, pliers, scissors, and elastic rope to try and pull the zips shut. When they get a bit old they usually don't shut but they always smell nice.......
...betcha can't see me now....
But you know in the old location the condition of the tent wasn't great, a little worse for wear it would seem. But at least after all of the recent rain I was finally beginning to get some cover again. The camouflage was preventing sabotage, if you get the drift. OhK.....
Now I think I have given you a little bit of information for you to create a little VISION of my home. MmmmHmmmm....
Now try and use those imagination skills to picture me dismantling (did I mention the RUST!) and relocating this fine establishment. Despite all of my searching I have found a new site. Aaarrgghhmm, weeell sorta. I think finally I am running out of good sites. This new one is right next to a pile of old rubbish from a previous Hobo, but it's been a while because it's all rusty metal and decomposing bodies (no, not human, weeell not so far... ). It also sticks out a bit. Aaarrgghhmm, like a BIIIG bit. Because the support rods are snapped the "dome" is more "pole" and with the tarp over the top it blends in quite nicely with the other rubbish. I just need a directional sign pointing my way noting"Hobo On Site". Maybe even a brass band welcoming me and.... Hmmmm.......
Can't wait to ride one of the new rats though!
I think the time has come.
Building thingie here I come.........
Now I think I have given you a little bit of information for you to create a little VISION of my home. MmmmHmmmm....
Now try and use those imagination skills to picture me dismantling (did I mention the RUST!) and relocating this fine establishment. Despite all of my searching I have found a new site. Aaarrgghhmm, weeell sorta. I think finally I am running out of good sites. This new one is right next to a pile of old rubbish from a previous Hobo, but it's been a while because it's all rusty metal and decomposing bodies (no, not human, weeell not so far... ). It also sticks out a bit. Aaarrgghhmm, like a BIIIG bit. Because the support rods are snapped the "dome" is more "pole" and with the tarp over the top it blends in quite nicely with the other rubbish. I just need a directional sign pointing my way noting"Hobo On Site". Maybe even a brass band welcoming me and.... Hmmmm.......
Can't wait to ride one of the new rats though!
I think the time has come.
Building thingie here I come.........
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