Today’s happy hour is a wet and rainy one, but that’s not going to stop us from sipping some adult beverages and firing up the itunes.
It’s been a heck of a couple of weeks here in the house on wheels. We’re still in Florida, but we towed the rig over to Tampa for a few days, down to Bradenton (our home town) for a week, and then back over here to the East Coast.
We’ve spent the past week in another waterfront site at Patrick Air Force Base in Cocoa Beach. Not a bad spot to try and figure out what to do next.
And what will we do next? We are house hunting here. Tomorrow, we move into a monthly rental and we’ll see for sure if we like really “living” in this area. If we do, we’ll ditch the rig and set up shop. But knowing us we’ll change our minds in a month and head back to Colorado.
Because that’s how we roll.
And today we joined Sam’s Club. Mark said he feels like we’re Americans again now.
TGIF, people, TGIF …
Here’s this week’s anxiety-ridden, Florida-inspired, beach-loving, Sam’s-Club-shopping playlist:
“Don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone.
They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot.”
“’Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land,
God bless the U.S.A.”
“It’s those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes,
nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.”
(This one doesn’t have any lyrics, but the show was set right here in Cocoa Beach. There’s even a fro-yo shop up the road that shows episodes on a constant loop on a big-screen TV.)
“I hope my legs don’t break
walking on the moon
We could walk forever
walking on the moon
We could live together
walking on, walking on the moon
“I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today.
Life is good today.”
“Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind.
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?”
“And I was born in the backseat of a Greyhound bus,
rollin’ down Highway 41.”
“I’m your ice cream man,
stop me when I’m passing by.”
“Yes I am a pirate,
two hundred years too late.
The cannons don’t thunder,
There’s nothin’ to plunder,
I’m an over forty victim of fate,
Arriving too late, arriving too late.”
“There’s always something going on down in the trailerhood.”
“We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.”
“I’ve seen your face a thousand times
everyday we’ve been apart.
And I don’t care about the sunshine, yeah
Mama I’m coming home.”