Well, it DOES rain in Southern California

I can't believe it is just a little less than a month ago we left Michigan. We have learned a lot about life on the road and are still learning.

Except, well, we aren't exactly on the road. We have been at our daughter's home since just before Christmas.

Our daughter and King and the new fence.

Since the holidays King, our daughter and son-in-law have been working on a variety of projects... a new fence, a new patio/conversation pit, a new pathway, new gutters and now King and our daughter are experimenting with making a planter made of concrete for her backyard.

The patio/conversation pit.

It is sometimes hard to believe the child I had to fight every morning to go out and feed the horses is now up and ready to go when we arrive at her home sometime between 7 and 8 a.m. She has twin sons and somehow during the day she is able to find new projects on Pinterest that she springs on her father. King loves it. He spends much of the day puttering in her garage, cigar clamped between his teeth, measuring boards and figuring how to build a form for what I am certain is going to be a 5000 pound planter.

Ya Ya (the other grandmother) and I take care of the twins and try not to step on eachother's toes.

And it has been raining. Days of grey punctuated by a day of brilliant sunshine. And I am not complaining. Not ever. Because for me it is quite warm. (I noticed I am the only person in Home Depot without a jacket or sweatshirt). It really is not cold enough to warrant anything more than a long-sleeved shirt. Silly people. They don't know the meaning of cold. I don't even mind the more expensive gas because I don't have to stand in below zero weather to pump it. We left Michigan trying to beat a snowstorm and somewhere in the trailer is a scarf and and pair of mittens that will attest to that fact. If I could find them they would be my only reminder of a colder climate..
But I digress about travel trailer living.

Right now the trailer is the place we crash every evening. By the time we get home (and this IS our home now) -- usually around 8 p.m. King falls immediately into bed. I will pull up a YouTube video (this campground has electricity and wifi), he will last 15 minutes into a "Hogans Heroes" rerun and then I confiscate the laptop and do my battle with insomnia by playing solitaire or reading until I fall asleep as well

We are learning how much water we go through in a week and have mastered the "art" of using a dump station. Now that it is no longer nine degrees we have figured out just how much propane we need at night and how much propane the refrigerator uses. We have discovered the thermostat in the refrigerator is not working properly and even with it set on the lowest setting I still find frozen bottled water and a bag of grapes have turned into grape ice cubes. On the plus side, I don't have to worry about butter going bad.

Sometime within the next two weeks we will be heading to Joshua Tree National Forest for some dispersed (no amenities) camping and then...well, we haven't planned that far. We have ideas we've kicked around but nothing concrete. (Ha, Ha, concrete, I have cement on my mind).

And speaking of cement and concrete, did you know cement is an ingredient of concrete or vice versa. I am sure, but I know someone will correct me..

So, almost four weeks into our new adventure and we are still married. Still having fun and still learning.

P.S. I was looking a photos of our trailer and discovered sometime between October and when we left in December, someone stole two hubcaps off the trailer. I kept looking at the trailer before we left and saying to myself, "Well that looks ugly." But not always being astute, I could not figure out what it was. Why would someone steal just two hubcaps? I guess a trip to a junkyard is in order. Or maybe I'll splurge and get new ones.

The trailer at our home sometime in mid-October.

The trailer AS our home in mid-December.