Flower Arranging


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Flower Arranging

Anyone that has spent any time doing nothing knows that doing nothing is boring as hell. I prefer a non-hierarchical society or community that is based on the idea of, “From each according to their ability, to each according to their need.” People so in-trenched in the idea of capitalism, sometimes even those people who don’t particularly care for capitalism, often offer the argument that in a communist society “people just won’t work”. Those people have never sat on their ass with absolutely nothing to do. Not to mention, they don’t fully understand what that saying actually means. But I digress…

The air-lines and wiring that had burnt were all repaired. As far as I could tell, being that I am not much of a mechanic, everything was good to go. The bus was running good, there was no smoke coming from anywhere, and the brakes were fully functional again. And we were still out of funds. And the title loan on the car had come due. And…And…And…


Well, really, “and” nothing. We knew we weren’t taking the car with us on the road, towing a vehicle is just out of the question for us right now anyway. Even if it was something we wanted to do, which we really didn’t, the extra cost made it out of the question anyway. And money is already an issue, one that I don’t see getting any better. Watching the car go was a trip though. It was the last connection to anything outside of the bus. From this point forward, our entire lives were contained in one old sixty passenger school bus. The entire logistics of life have changed. And still we sit.

When you are sitting around the RV park, with time on your hands, you find stuff to do. The kids scour the park and lake for trash. The bus is clean. The dogs have plenty of exercise. And there are only 20 more hours in the day left to fill. There is no television reception, so sitting around rotting our brains is out of the question. Lots of reading gets done. Doing “school-work” with the kids is full-time, but not time consuming and always a blast. You can also find out that, despite how it might feel, we aren’t the only people to take to a life on the road.

The Bug – RIP

With time to spare you rediscover a long lost tradition, probably the most important tradition for humanity, talking to your neighbors. Our neighbors here in the park are transient, like us. Sure you get the people who pull in for the night, or for the day, or for the weekend, but you also have the other people that live full-time on the road. Most of them skip around between parks and campsites, staying till the scenary gets stale, and some of them are parked for the long haul. There is a guy named Al here that worked here at the campground for many, many years. He pulled his RV into the camp a few years ago when his health failed and he was forced to retire. He spends his time now fussing over details about the place with Gilbert, the guy who is in charge of the place now.

There is also Daryl, a disabled veteran who until a few years ago was in the same shape as a lot of veterans, living on the streets and trying to fight to get benefits. After five years on the streets, bouncing between homeless shelters and VA hospitals, he finally got back benefits and ended up with enough money to buy an RV. He traveled after that, hitting the National Parks and other cheap and off-grid campsites, until the price of fuel and food combined to slow his travels to a crawl. And so he sits, waiting. I am not sure what he is waiting for, I am not sure he knows what he is waiting for.

The sitting is a killer though. It is nice to have some idle time, and hard as hell to fill it up and not go crazy. The whole idea behind the experience is to find places full of people actually doing something. To find places where the idea of from each/to each is actually in action. To find the “real left” on the move. But for now, we are sitting.

Kom-E RonSitting…

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