I met a girl today. But actually, that happened pretty late in the day.  Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  Let’s put the horse up front there. The vets in Lincoln City were finally open today, so I took Stray Boy in for a once over.  I’d already bought ear mite medicine, and the vet…

I guess approaching ten o’clock on the left coast qualifies for late night.  I’m in The Chalet, a restuarant and bakery, for the second time.  Both times I’ve not been feeling particularly well, and both times I’ve been eating a meal inappropriate for the time I chose to eat it. The first time through Newport,…

Things I’ve noticed. If I have people around, I don’t do updates very often, nor are the updates very long.  “People,” in this case, can mean friends from home, new friends I’ve just met, or real time internet friends, when I’ve had an active connection (just twice so far, unfortunately).  In addition to not writing…

Well, Mark is going to kill me. Late last night, there was an addition to the clan.  Mark had barely learned to tolerate Scout when Kato showed up, and now… He doesn’t have a name yet.  Cats will usually name themselves if you give them the chance (although if he keeps clawing at the laptop,…

Finally back in Newport.  Or, more precisely, just north of Newport, still on the coast, in Lincoln City.  Since the trip home is looming on the horizon, I’ve been looking ahead to the best route back east.  “Best” meaning the fewest, easiest hills (for Roberta Verona) and no damn deserts (an imperative of my own)…

Well, it’s now pretty clear that I write updates as a substitute for human interaction.  One tiny update in the last week, but Suzy gets on the plane for home last night and here I am at breakfast, writing away.  This, coupled with the fact I’ve already mentioned in an update that I tend to…

I may not come home. After I drop Suzy off at the Portland airport on 9/1, I’m coming back to Newport.  And I might not come home. I felt more comfortable here, 3500 miles from my house, than I have in several months.  It took me about twenty minutes at the Rogue Brewery Tasting House….

Welcome to what I believe to be the first update written in the morning.  I just woke up in the Reno Hilton, and I’ve got a phone line, so it’s time for a quick update. So why is the RV guy waking up in the Reno Hilton?  Well, Roberta Verona is at the doctor again. …

According to the menu here at the standard issue Nevada hotel/casino/24 hour restaurant 3 hours from anything in any direction, “Tonopah” is an Indian word that means either “little water,” “little spring,” or “water brush.”  Search me why they’d name this town any one of those things. Did I mention that I had the worst…

I was hoping to be in Tonopah by now.  Never heard of Tonopah?  Me too, but it’s right about halfway on the road between Las Vegas and Reno.  Unfortunately, a late start (I stayed up _way_ too late last night typing in that last update.  The things I do for pseudo-journalism) and the desert heat…