This is Deputy Digby Pancake. Do you ever feel like sometimes you are spinning your wheels with all of your might, yet you don’t go anywhere? Yeah. We packed everything up to move right down the road in the same campground. Seems as though everyone and their everyone’s everyone wanted to go camping this past weekend. And there were no spots. Until we found the Field of Dreams.
Some dreams are good dreams. Some dreams you don’t want to wake up from.
Camping next to a dump isn’t my idea of a good time, but I won’t complain about the smell because it’s quite the entertainment. There also is grass in this Field of Dreams. And since the rangers here were nice enough to give us an extra week, the grass definitely was greener on the other side.
And there is sunshiney. Oh, yes, there is sunshiney. Let’s talk about a Field of Dreams with no shade in the 84 degree Florida heat and only enough electricity at the pole to run one air conditioner.
Yes, so let’s talk about that, but I would suggest that you don’t talk to the persons about it.
For Sheriff Brickle, his idea of the perfect camping spot is his blanket, his monkey man and a picnic table to sit by. No, there is no picnic table here. So we had to improvise and just be content with a monkey man and a blanket, and I suppose that everyone should be ok with that.
Girl Person says that beggars can’t be choosers. When I beg, I always choose pancakes, so that is not correct.
But travelers in a Big Blue Treat Wagon RV who waited to make their reservations at the last minute. So to find this Field of Dreams, even with all the not so dreamy things about it was fortunate. It was a good thing, not a bad thing. It’s when we concentrate on bad points that the dreaming can overwhelm us. It makes us forget the good stuff. And there is a lot of good stuff even in a Field of Dreams by a dump and no picnic table.
The last year was kind of like that for us. We didn’t think that we had much to celebrate about. We didn’t accomplish all that we wanted to, and we didn’t live up to our own expectations. But at the end of the year, we were all still together and we have things to work on this year. Like finding campsites not next to dumps to start with.
So if you have found yourself somewhere that you don’t care to be today, dream of how you can get to where you want to be. You have 364 days before you add another number to the year. Sure, calendars are just calendars. But some of us need goals to work towards and time limits to set them. Spinning your wheels is ok if you want to, but if you dare to dream, you can go anywhere you want.
-Deputy Digby Pancake