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September brings another chance for my east coast readers to meet me in person.  This event, originally scheduled for Harrisburg, PA has moved to Carlisle, PA.  I hope to see you there.

RV challenges

Life is challenging, whether you are in an apartment, house, or RV motorhome. I, finally, found a shop that had the knowledge to fix Lucy the Shark. The suspension is being repaired, she is getting an alignment and new brakes. According to Paul at Acme Springs in Dayton, Ohio, she will be returned to me sometime this week. He has been super about keeping me updated.

The riverfront campsite I rented for the year, I won’t be renting next year. Jim, successfully sold the campground last Friday and the new owners will take full possession on October 11. Tonya, the new owner informed me last night they wanted to ‘rent’ my site, that I have a yearly contract and paid a year in advance, to overnighters since I was not using it.  Excuse me? After explaining my rig was in the shop, she got even more snippy about why I wouldn’t allow her to rent my spot to temporary overnighters. Needless to say, I won’t renew my contract with these folks.

While that sounds icky and sour, I am not. I was taken aback by her attitude, but in my world, something better is coming along.  Originally I wanted closer to my girls during the summer and will begin looking in the one-hour travel time area today.

The improvements with Lucy are beyond groovy. The fifty-five-inch television is totally hidden within the cabinet that still needs painting. Then the living room will be totally done except for a throw rug. Joe and Cleo love the couch.

Remember the wobbly driver’s seat? Well, the new pedestal arrived and is ready for install when Acme Springs is done with Lucy’s new suspension and brakes. I decided to wait on actual new captain chairs for now.

Moving into the bedroom area, all curtains and decor have arrived. I’ll paint the walls, but not the woodwork.

Oh, you may or may not know, Jeeps have Easter Eggs. For example, my #2 daughter’s C-7 has a spider embossed in the gas tank door and a lizard someplace else.  This gave me the idea to put USN and Shark-themed puffy stickers in out-of-the-way, fun places for the grandchildren to discover on their visits with Grammy. Oh yeah, the four-year-old sings Grammy Shark when she visits.

Will I repaint the Shark? Yes. She is fun and draws attention, but the paint is flaking and I will need to repaint her next year. My focus this year was getting her upgraded for me to travel in. I’m thinking cream and blue for the exterior. Although, I did consider a vinyl wrap, except they only last about seven years.

Let me know your thoughts about future improvements.  Photos of the interior will arrive when she is returned to me and we get settled at the river.

Successful wishes to you!

 

My new-to-me RV

These last couple of exciting months have provided me with the sale of my old class C RV and a new-to-me RV. As some of you know from my meanderings, in 2017 I was suppose to purchase a Class A Rexall that my friend had renovated and that fell through when she decided to keep it.  It had the floor plan I dreamed of and zero slide-ins to have anything go wrong. Then 2021 came along and another buddy had a lifestyle change and decided to sell her RV.  I hired Vagabond RV Solutions to do an inspection and bought my airline ticket to go retrieve my new to me RV with slide outs. My old class C sold in less than two days after I put it on Facebook Marketplace. I had my license plates in hand and ready to get my new home. Well, my luck did not hold out and she reneged on the sale two days before my scheduled flight making me houseless.

On the upside of things, I have an RV site on the river for my spring/summer time in Ohio. I love my spot on river.  When it rains on the river and floods, I will then move to my home in the hollow or travel. So far, I haven’t spent any time on the river due to decorating and making the RV I did purchase mine.

Things really looked sad in June when things were falling apart left and right. I’m so glad I took the set backs in stride and began looking again.  My eldest says, “Mom, let’s go look at this one.” I told her I was looking for a condo and not a quan set hut. Then we went to see what this offered.

Ignoring the custom paint job, I viewed the interior.  It is not the Rexall, but it is a close runner up.  The floor is wood plank.

The front seats swivel for additional seating. The fold out table against the wall at one time had a chair beside it. The TV is the Panasonic in the cockpit dash. The walls and upholstery were denim blue-gray. I felt as if I had stepped on to a USN ship once again.

Fast forward. I bought it after I had my mechanic check it over.  Now, unlike the Class C, he can not work on it because it is 34 feet long and a tri-axle. It has a Chevy workhorse chassie and a 454 engine, plus an aluminum frame and roof. It is a 1990 Holiday Rambler Imperial, that sports a custom paint job in a classic rendition of the WW2, Bomber aircraft.

Say hello to Lucy Shark, and her theme song is the verse: Grammy Shark, doo doo doo doo doo.

Next Blog post will be a tour inside of her since I have made her mine.

Update.

Life is looking up for me. I sold my home to my grandson. He is the sixth generation to live there. Not many grandkids can say they knew five generations of those six, either.
As I move on with selling my Class C and purchasing a Class A, my work in

Cynthia Carver, paranormal suspense author, mystic realism, Small Bit of Justice, the Missing Locket, Renee D. Pellegrino
        Tracy and Cady’s mud slide adventure                                                  Title TBA. 

progress is coming along and appears to be a serial crime spree with lots of humor mixed in. I recently visited my sister and we reminisced about all the things we had done and wah lah I decided to include them into the story. I may revise Small Bit of Justice and add more of Sis’s and my experiences into it as things Tracy and her sidekick Lehana get into.

Have a great adventure today, whether it is going to get ice cream or hiking around the block.

Online Book Signings

May 2020, consisted of two online book signings.  It was a pleasure to meet with readers virtually though the webcasts. Books were signed and mailed the day after each event.

The CABIN FEVER ANTHOLOGY is coming along. It is comprised of six authors, romance, and having cabin fever.  Look for it to arrive on Amazon in July.

 

What is an anthology?

Sunny Abernathy, A Lie in the Cabin, Renee Pellegrino, Rewrite, Stephanie Spicer, Kristy Lynde, Roxie St. James, Family Matters, Cynthia Carver,Halloween Masquerade. Author, romance, paranormal suspense, indie author, authors, contemporary romanceWith the pandemic and negative news articles spreading around, I stuck my head in the sand with five other women and began working on an anthology.  You might ask, “What is an anthology?” Well, let me tell you, it is a fantastic project to be involved in.

An anthology is a collection of writings by various authors in the same genre, time period, or subject. Another type is a collection of selected writing by one author. I will be a part of the first type.

Cabin Fever is what many people experienced while under the stay-at-home order or lockdown during the Covid-19 outbreak, and that inspired the name of our collection of writings.

This is my first attempt into the romance genre. The heat range on this anthology is fade-to-black. While I write erotic short stories, they aren’t formula romance.  Halloween Masquerade is my first published attempt in the romance genre.

In fact, we consider each author in this collection a new author. Sunny Abernathy writes A Lie in the Cabin, Renee Pellegrino writes Rewrite, Stephanie Spicer writes Untitled At this TimeKristy Lynde writes Untitled At this TimeRoxie St. James writes Family Matters, and I wrote Halloween Masquerade.

All proceeds from this book go to sponsor the NaNoWriMo Support Sisters real life writing retreat in November of each year.

Happy 7th Birthday, Joe

Happy 7th Birthday Joe

 

Joe, our birthday boy lives a nomad life. He travels and enjoys his siestas and trotting in circles. Each evening he takes a walk with his sister, Cleo while she zooms after their friend, Harley.

And Joe, what did you do today?

“I like sleeping late. Silly Cleo began trying to wake me and get huMom to take us outside in the dark. There are dangerous things in the dark.  Last night a skunk came through our campsite. I hid my nose, his fragrance stunk.” Joe closed his eyes as if bored.

Did anything else exciting happen?

“Cleo began singing and she hums.  I added additional bark to the choir practice. Sometimes I actually harmonize. Harley, the big girl dog from next door came out and I’d like to becomes friends but her huMom said she doesn’t like little dogs. I am anything but little. I weigh in at 7 lbs 1 oz.” He raised his head and crossed his front legs.

That does sound fun and frustrating.  How long have you been able to sing?

“Cleo taught me after I was adopted as her brother. It took a while, I wasn’t really sure how she was able to howl. I like to yap in time with her singing.” He got up from his pillow and turned around to get into a better position.

Do you bark a lot?

“Cleo and I are on guard a lot. There are so many things that try to get my huMom.  Not all people have good intentions. It’s Cleo and my responsibility to scare those people away. My huMom tells me to use my inside voice a lot.  She wants me to growl instead of actually bark. That’s so annoying.  I would have to growl twenty-four seven to keep her notified of all things.” He rolled to his  side.

What adventures have you been on this winter?

“Cleo told you the highlights yesterday. After the New Year’s Eve bash. we headed to the hot springs with two of her new friends. One was Harley’s huMom and they continued to caravan with us for the rest of the winter.  HuMom was in a party mode and we headed to the Par T R next. That’s where she met a prospector and his friends. We headed to north of Kingman to the prospector claim. And Cleo and I met, Wiley Coyote. He wasn’t a real coyote, those are dangerous. Wiley is a good friend of mine. HuMom’s furnace died and we condensed to a small area to sleep in the RV and heat it with a small heater. Mike the prospector gave huMom a tank to run it or we would have had to leave early.  When Wiley’s huMom had to visit her mom, the packing to travel again began.  I’m pretty content in my own little world of guarding huMom and sleeping. Our uneventful return to Quartzsite became interesting when I saw my huMan friend Don along with Harley and her huMom.  Harley’s huMom helped my huMom to tear the bunk over the cab apart. It was yucky due to it being wet. The huMan didn’t fix it correctly and huMom had to re-do it herself. Then my world changed. I didn’t think Cleo and I were going to get fed ever again.” Joe’s eyes were as big as saucers.

Do tell what happened?

“huMom fell through the plastic step we used to get into the RV and fell to the ground.  She didn’t jump back up and joke about being a clutz.  My huMan friend Don came running over to keep Cleo and me from jumping on her to wake her up.  She may not have been asleep but she wasn’t moving which was unlike her. We wanted to get to her face and make sure she was alright. Harley’s huMom held on to his kitty, Lilith and Harley stood by watching too.  It was a good thing huMan Don was there to help huMom into our RV.  She couldn’t walk.  The humans packed her in ice, elevated her foot, gave her food and visited several times a day. It was exhausting.  I had to growl to let them know she was still injured and needed rest. Nine days later she was able to go to the Veterans hospital to get x-rayed.  The humans were happy. She was gone all day and it was stressful. What if she didn’t come back? Who would feed us, or walk us, or let us run outside? Her friends gave her many gifts that allowed her to walk, they were funny she was 4-legged too.   Now, we are happy and feel secure again.  She can feed us, walk us, hold and pet us, chase Cleo with a brush. Eww I don’t like the brush either. We are on another adventure. But there are no campers around us.  Cleo and I like that. We can watch the bunnies, maybe chase them if our leads are long enough. And we go trick or treating every night. Each evening it’s Halloween and we get treats from Harley’s huMom.

“Here’s a video of me doing my thing …