This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. Oh, it’s hot outside! This Oregon place keeps fooling us. One minute it is cold, one minute it is hot. One minute it is windy, and every minute I am irritable. I can’t keep up.
‘Cause when you worry your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don’t worry, be happy
We’ve had a rough time the past week with camping. And driving. And it seems like the end of this trip is really trying to do us all in. Or maybe we are just more tired and are having a hard time dealing with the bumps in the road. Oregon? You have a lot of bumps, by the way.
In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy
Oregon? You also have a lot of trains and a lot of traffic. We got stuck so many hours on Friday that we weren’t able to see the wine area, but we did get to stop and see a plane called the Spruce Goose and other planes.
I have no idea why we didn’t just get one of these planes for the rest of our time in Oregon here. Seems like it would be more efficient than this Big Blue Treat Wagon RV!
You would think that with all of the bumps we have had this week, that we would all be a bit irritable. A bit mean. So yeah, you would be thinking correct. Except for the fact that my brother Digby? He just don’t care. Digby don’t care. And I just don’t know how he does it.
Now there, is this song I wrote
I hope you learned note for note
Like good little children, don’t worry, be happy
No matter where we go, what we are doing or what life throws at us, Deputy Digby never changes. Sure, he may get tired. But what keeps his smile? The never-ending supply of pancakes? Possibly. But his bad days are few and far between. And I am not sure why we can’t be more like him.
After arriving at the only campsite we could find in this Oregon place after driving for eight hours, we saw that we would be crammed in like sardines. Digby’s attitude? Let’s have sardines for dinner. So we did. Digby don’t care.
When we realized that instead of a train coming thru our campsite every 15 minutes that now we were right in front of a 24 hour a day sawmill? Digby? He said he don’t care. And when the next door camper’s little dog furkid barked for 2 hours straight? Digby? He said he don’t care. And then when the persons went to take a shower at 10 pm and got locked out because it was too late? Digby? He said he don’t care. They could smell as bad as him. And right about this time, we were all so tired that none of us cared. About anything.
That is when Girl Person looked at Deputy Digby waiting for his frozen yogurt snack which was later than our 9:45 scheduled delivery, and she thanked him. She told him that he made her realize what we all should be. Happy to be alive. Happy to be together.
We should be appreciative for what we have, and appreciative for what we don’t have. Sometimes, family members are different, but it is our differences that make us whole. And I balance out the happy…I’ll worry for everyone. That’s my job.
Speaking of balance, the following information may be of interest to you, although Digby don’t care. Today, we are headed to the Crater Lake area of Oregon. This last part of our trip is a long one, and we are simply too tired to push it. So. For a few nights, we will be near Crater Lake National Park and then we will be headed to the Oregon coast where we will be visiting a rescue, probably early next week. Then…after over 5 years of missing Sonoma, California, we will be starting our journey that way. By August 16th, we will be near Sacramento. We will be taking a few days off there to collect our thoughts and rest. Then. Sonoma. Stay tuned.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle