Flow Interrupted

 It has been more than a challenge trying to adapt to our new situation. This hasn’t been one of those look back in a few years and it will be funny moments. No, this has been a painful transition not a beautiful metamorphosis into something greater than our previous existence.

 Worse for me, I need space or at least some quiet time to collect my thoughts enough to write, rehearse and masturbate when necessary to clear my mind (it doesn’t take long and the mess is minimal these days).

 I used to whine about the old neighborhood because it seemed like someone was always having a noisy project going on like replacing a concrete dock or pounding in supports for a boat lift- a lot of new in-ground pools and what not.

 I thought there was a lot of traffic for a small neighborhood because half the owners live elsewhere and had maintenance crews in and out constantly. That still gave me time to walk the dog and record my thoughts on my Dick Tracy watch, voice memo on an Apple watch for all the youngins. Minimal interruptions to my train of thought as I traversed the ‘hood being the point.

 We went from living on a quiet canal in the Stillriecht Point ‘hood to the one of the bustling neighborhoods in the Tradewinds Plaza area. A constant buzz of activity and not 5 minutes goes by on a walk without some form of thought train wrecking interruptions messing my feeble mind.

 There are children of all ages buzzing up and down the road on off-road two, three and four wheelers, chickens and plenty of feral cats carrying on. There are far more people coming and going and none of these neighborhoods have sidewalks. Even the plaza doesn’t have a very pedestrian friendly layout.

 Add to that the wife’s shortened summer work week and now I have very little creative space in my world. A 32’ travel trailer is not optimal for privacy or peace and quiet.

 More so frustrating is finding a moment but not finding the flow. I have dozens of half assed, incomplete thoughts saved in the draft bin or voice recordings.

 The chore load for travel trailer life is much more intensive- not as hard as living on the hook- I’m not nautical at all, I don’t even eat seafood very often.

 The hardest part though is trying to help someone else adapt to the changes. Whereas with our previous landlords, we saw them for a total of 3 months in 12 years. We had a giant shade tree that kept the canal side of the house 15° cooler than the front side of the house. The entire process of downsizing has been more challenging than expected.

 We are actually extremely lucky to have the amount of space that we have at our new digs. We still need to adapt a little better, so we don’t have to park our cars on the street, but we’ll see how that goes.

 The giant, 20’ x 20’ garage thing I put up to give us a dry space to organize our crap has already started to rip and tear. It was cheap so it didn’t have any UV protection built into it. That’s OK, it was only supposed to be temporary. Right now, it has our RV pinned in and we couldn’t hook up if we had to.

 In an effort to fight the heat, we have accumulated more stuff in our outside, 13’ x 13’ gazebo with mosquito net and curtain which acts our living room/outside storage for our auxiliary freezer and plug-in car cooler. We also bought a little ice maker which really kicks ass.

 This summer seems even hotter than last year and keeping the wife cool during a hot flash has brought me closer to the beast than I’m comfortable with. Don’t crowd a woman who is having a hot flash. Not sure why a creator would design such a feature into a man’s helpmate, but it isn’t pleasant for anyone involved. Not claiming I’m a prince at this aging thing either…

 We had an above ground pool at the old place. Along with the big shade tree and 10’ x 12’ gazebo, we had a comfortable place to hang during the summer.

 Blah, blah, blah anyway, that’s just some of the distractions pulling my attention away from what I would rather be doing- masturbating! Peace and Love!

Photo courtesy of Ian MFin' Craig.