Author: Steve

“Going where the weather suits my clothes” is an old hobo saying from the early 1900s.  Fred Neil, a singer songwriter, used the phrase in 1966 when he wrote Everybody’s Talkin’.  The Harry Nilsson version of Everybody’s Talkin’ was a hit in 1969.  It was an even bigger hit after it was featured in Midnight Cowboy.

The song is about not being able to connect with the busy bustling world and wanting to go back home to a simpler time.  The cool thing is, the guy who wrote this song, Fred Neil, he made enough in royalties to do what he wrote about.  He moved back home to Florida and retired into obscurity.

Don’t know where we’re going.

Don’t know how long we’ll be gone.

We’re going where the weather suits our clothes.

Sometimes they live together in peace.

But more often, they get snappy when they get crowded together.

They raise the offside wing, for balance I suppose, then snap with the closer wing.  It makes a loud whack.  It sounds dramatic but nobody gets wounded.  It’s a noisy slap-fight until somebody gives up and flies off.

It’s still happening, but only intermittent showers now.  There was more than 5 inches of rain from the storm here.  Don’t have an exact count.  Up to 10 inches in places.  And no Lake Sandpipers.

A little street flooding on the 300 row, but that was gone the day after it stopped raining.  The grass in the field out in front of us stayed visible the entire time.  So far so good on the drainage!

This is what the interior looked like at 8:00 am yesterday.  Behind the driver’s compartment, ten more seats.

We drove it over to storage, removed each seat and put them inside.  By noon, the interior looked like this.

This is what it looked like by 6:00.

Judy was very busy.  Now she has it almost completely packed!

Today was our last doctor visit.  Saw the cardiologist for a checkup.  He thinks I’m awesome.  We haven’t picked a day to leave yet.  We’re waiting for a couple more deliveries from Amazon on Monday.  As soon as it feels like time, we’ll head north.