Hello Readers of this-here journal! Thank you for being here… there… along for the ride. Earlier today, both of Lilac’s side and back doors were open. It is morning but still dark outside. I was snuggled in the warmth of my cot with a slight smile, the quilt was folded double for added warmth. I heard thunder and then a few drops pinged on the roof and thudded in the dirt outside. I had to jump up and out of the trailer in order to shut the back doors. (This is when conservative jammies come in handy.) Now I am sipping coffee and writing to you. The rain is tapping on the roof. All the windows and doors are shut. I have paper towel stuffed into the groove of the front curb-side windowsill that leaked in the last big rain. I am sitting at my lap-top, the lap-top is sitting on a TV tray, which serves as my desk in this trailer. It is dark, the screen is bright. I have with me on this trip a larger folding table, but it doesn’t leave m
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.