I enjoyed our travel down the Mississippi. The houseboat was different from our trailer. The bathroom was much bigger, and there were two bedrooms, and one pull-out bed.
When we moved, I liked to go to the top deck and get some fresh air and a little alone time. Up there I would write, read, and sing to my iPod. I also enjoyed waving to people. Almost all of them waved back, if they saw me. There were maybe four, in different boats, that didn’t wave back.
I went down the slide only three times, in succession. The water was very cold, but it was fun. The big drop-off at the end was very fun, and very scary.
We visited a cozy cove, where Harrison and I were invited to join a wiffle-ball game. The game was being played by twenty-somethings, but it was still a lot of fun. One of the things I will always remember about that game was the nickname they gave me. There were a lot of nicknames given to the other players, like Trigger, and Steph. When I got my nickname, there was a guy on first, Kevin, and I had just stepped up to bat. He yelled, “Come on, Mir-Mir!’ I glanced at him and said purposefully, “That is NOT my name.” Somebody behind me laughed.
There were three dogs at the marina. Honda, who greeted us first, Buddy, who greeted us second, and Porkchop, who greeted us third. Honda and Buddy were English Spaniels, and Porkchop was a Beagle mix. I liked to finger Porkchop’s soft, fuzzy, floppy, cute, small, triangular, velvet, the list goes on and on, beagle ears.
Honda was very affectionate. Sometimes, when I was petting Porkchop, she’d come up and push her head underneath my arm. Then I’d have to put Porkchop on my lap, so I could give one hand to each of them for petting, scratching, and rubbing.
Buddy liked being petted, but he’d much rather chase birds.
The trip was fun, and I look forward to maybe doing it next year with another traveling family next year. When it’s warmer. Much warmer.