To Sniff Out The Truth

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. There are some things that I am good at. Smiling. Sleeping. Sleeping more. Eating. I’m really good at eating.

I am also real good at smelling and smelling it up. But Sheriff Brickle outdid me this weekend.

As good as I am at smelling up a place, all places and any place, when you are camped by a dump, you come to the conclusion that will not be able to outdo the dump in that regards.

But Sheriff Brickle is always in for a bit of competition and he really outdid himself this weekend. He went above and beyond. So good in fact, that it may become an obsession.

There we were. Happy to be back at the dump because we couldn’t find a campsite anywhere else in this Florida place. We were tired from the move, but found a spot in the big field at this park in Dade City that the nice people here let us park at again.

Boy Person remarked that perhaps the air quality was not the best. But that we would be ok for a bit. Until the whiff of unpleasantness took over the Big Blue Treat Wagon unlike ever before. Sure. We had been in the high winds of Kansas. The cold winds of North Dakota. The hot winds of the desert. But this. This.

If there had ever been a chance of the Big Blue Treat Wagon being powered by an alternative fuel, this would have been the time. Because the power of Brickle’s smell was beyond any grade on a gas pump.

Boy Person almost fell off the couch. Girl Person asked if it was the dump. Boy Person said if it was, they were gonna have to move again. Now. He looked at Brickle. Brickle didn’t look back. Brickle knew that his new fragrance was to be a mystery. But this was no mystery to anyone. There was a hazardous situation in this RV. And the dump was the least of our problems. Boy Person covered his nose. No help. Boy Person covered his eyes. Which were burning. No help. He resorted to standing. Maybe the air was better up there.

But no. Nope. Nothing helped until the cloud had dissipated. But just when you think a storm is over, well, it may have a second round.

This went on much of the night. And although Sheriff Brickle felt better by morning, the persons were a bit tired. The RV had been thru a storm of Brickle. When all was smelled and done, Sheriff Brickle arrested himself.

You see, the truth of the matter is this. You may think you have a problem. You may be irritated over some little inconvenience. But is the way that you react to it a worse smell?

You may think something is worse than it actually is. Often, there is humor to be found in the negative. Most often, persons can’t do that. But if you can, that can be a breath of fresh air. We all have control over what we breathe in. We can’t control others, but we sure can let our scent of positivity be a perfume. Even at the dump.

Deputy Digby Pancake

The Field Of RV Dreams

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.

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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. 

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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. 

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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.

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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

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