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Gerri’s Musings on RV travel, over-55 communities, gardening, aging, and more…
I’m an old biddy who released her first book at the age of seventy-one. I want to share my story of becoming a traditionally published author of four humorous nonfiction books after retiring from a forty-year career. We older women need to tell our truths. We have much to say, wisdom and experience that younger women … Read more
Our Bat Boondoggle A million-and-a-half bats in a feeding frenzy? I couldn’t pass on the promise of such a sight. Before we arrived in Austin, Texas, I’d read that Mexican Free-tailed bats made nests under the bridge on South Congress Avenue. They’d arrive annually in March and leave in late October. Late every afternoon, thousands … Read more
RV Reluctance has been my schtick for over five years. So how did it happen that I’m now living full time in a motorhome? Flash back to 2015: “I think we should buy an RV and travel the country,” my excited husband said. “You want me to leave my garden, my orchids, and my friends?” … Read more
Missing Woodstock, that quintessential rock festival in the Catskills back in 1969, still leaves a hole in my soul. I should have been there. I’d been a student then at Florida State University in Tallahassee, partying hard but somehow managing to stay on track for graduation. I’d stopped wearing bras, grown my hair long, and … Read more
I don’t do well with stinging, biting insects. I react both emotionally and physiologically, and it’s not pretty. In our RV travels, we’ve encountered pesky bugs almost every place we’ve been. My husband Michael takes them in stride. But then, bugs rarely bite or sting him. They go after me like a hungry Pit Bull … Read more
I’m thinking the RV Show at the Florida State Fairgrounds last January lived up to its advertising hype of being the largest RV show in the world. Vendors filled three huge halls with exhibits. Outside the exhibition halls, organizers had compressed thousands of RVs into rows that resembled chunks of chocolate in a Whitman’s Sampler, … Read more
We forced ourselves to walk along the beach in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. It felt compulsory since our RV park was just across Ocean Boulevard, with only sand dunes separating the road from the Atlantic Ocean. We were not beach people. Just to be able to say I’d done it, I removed my shoes and … Read more
“I know about yanking up roots,” I muttered under my breath, “but this is not how I wanted to do it.” “What’d you say?” My husband looked up from the newspaper, suddenly interested. I stood at the table’s end on the lanai, looking out at my orchid collection. I had almost two-hundred—suspended from overhead hooks, … Read more
After two years of RV travel, I finally agreed to Michael’s broken-record pleas that we sell the house and go fulltime on the road in our RV. Now I faced the undeniable need to reduce our possessions by at least half. It was time to purge. Packing up all this stuff and putting it in … Read more
