Moving -Sort of- To Site C41, Same Campground

8/13/13 Tuesday at Jefferson, OH (Kenisee Lake-TT)

Last night we experienced a doozer of a storm: constant, strong thunder and lightening, with heavy rain and winds. Lots of water in through our leak, of course. No sleep for me from 1 am to 2 am. John managed some, since he’d had very little last night (plus his golf exercise?).

Since we don’t want to travel further east, only to travel back west to get to Decatur, we paid for an extra week (the 4th) here at Kenisee Lake. Because we didn’t need to drive the previously planned 276 miles today, we didn’t do the “efficient” things we normally do: complete lots of jobs the night before, eat a non-cooked breakfast, skip my walk and exercises. Thus we didn’t leave our spot until 10:30 am. We drove the RV (yes, the engine started and the transmission worked!) ½ mile to our new spot, with a lake on one side and pond on the other. We were all set up by noon. So there you go, it took all morning to travel ½ mile, in a sense. This is part of why John didn’t want to move at all. We both figured the savings of $21 ($3/day for 50 amp use) and the chance to truly see if the rig would travel fine on our next trip. So we have 30 amp power (plus water and sewer), a gorgeous view, even the TV reception we wanted. One problem: this site is low in the back, so we had to put the wheels on 3 blocks, which the manual doesn’t allow. Also, last night, the storm broke one of our awning straps.

After lunch, we were tired! No energy for washing the rig, our prior plan. (Due to lack of sleep?, to cloudy, dreary day?) We visited a bit with Bob, then later with Karen, who each had stopped by to see how our move went. Then I took a nap, John played on his computer.

John got enough ambition to heat our leftover supper, then Sherie came by, inviting us to a game at their place after we’ve eaten. Great Fun!!  John won all but one of our three card games, which I won.

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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