The Imposter

This is Deputy Digby Pancake.  Some days you wake up and think that you are safe.  Some days, you don’t worry about what is out to get you or who.  You just want to have a good day and you are.  Until you go around the corner and see it.  The imposter.

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Now, I am not one for being scared unless there is a storm.  Or loud noise. Or car door shutting.  Or a crab.  Or a boardwalk, a boat, or a metal grate to go across.  Or a rabid cat.  Or when the clock hits 5:01 and my dinner still isn’t served.  So yeah, generally, I am not one for being scared.  But sometimes, things pop up that scare you out of nowhere.  And they are quiet about it.  They are softly singing a tune of out to get yaness.

There is only one Big Blue Treat Wagon RV I was told.  One that went across the country more times that we know of.  One that brought us to all of those rescues and shelters.  One that broke down in a Wal-mart parking lot in Comstock, Texas.

One that tried to quit on the Blue Ridge Parkway in the middle of a hurricane evacuation.  One that transported a mouse or two across state lines.  Just one Big Blue Treat Wagon RV.

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There is only one Big Blue Treat Wagon RV that has to have its slide outs put in every time it rains.

One that has a rotted roof near the kitchen. One that blows dust on everyone within a ten mile radius when moving.  Just one. You’ve never seen scared before until you watch people as we enter into a campground scrambling for their lungs’ lives.

But then, there.  There it was.  We went for our morning drive and we saw it.  The imposter.  The imposter of all imposters.  It looked like the Big Blue Treat Wagon except cleaner.  It looked like the Big Blue Treat Wagon except its slide outs were…out.  It looked like the Big Blue Treat Wagon except it’s curtain wasn’t torn, the window shades weren’t fallen down, and it looked like the Big Blue Treat Wagon except we weren’t in it.  I could only imagine how clean it was inside too without all the dog hair and broken dreams.

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Girl Person started laughing at the imposter and said that she was surprised to see another one exactly like it.  She said she hoped that they didn’t see ours and the shape it was in.  That would be quite embarrassing.  But I didn’t understand that. At all.

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Sure, this imposter looked good.  Great, in fact.  Sure, it looked almost brand new!  But I wondered.  If our Big Blue Treat Wagon and the imposter had a race, who would win?  I knew that would be dependent on what they were racing to.  To a destination or to parking lot? I know the Big Blue Treat Wagon and I know it only goes when and where it wants to. Kind of like us. And for now, this is where we want to be. So our Big Blue Treat Wagon isn’t going anywhere.  Probably because the jacks won’t come up. Well, one might to tip us over.

Isn’t it easy to compare ourselves to others? But no one knows the mileage we have on us.  No one knows where we have been or where we have broke down. Unless you saw us on the side of the road in more than 20 states. But we never gave up on Big Blue for another.

The imposter may be clean and beautiful and I know its family loves it.  But the Big Blue Treat Wagon is our family too.  It has kept us safe thru many adventures and has been our home.  One day, we may have to part.  But no tomorrow is guaranteed with the ones we love.  Appreciate the ones in your life that love you. Don’t compare them to others, or think that the grass is greener on the other side.  Remember your history and the love that you share. There will be breakdowns. Bumps in the road.  Jacks that don’t come up. Leaks and air conditoning mishaps.

There will be times you run out of gas.  But don’t give up. Just like you wouldn’t want someone to give up on you.  Ignore the imposters and carry on.

-Deputy Digby Pancake

It’s the last day to get our shirt! Don’t miss out!

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How Long Are You Here For?

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. There are a lot of things we hear at camp. “Where’s the trash?” “Where’s the bathroom?” “Where’s the wine?” Ok. That’s just Girl Person that asks that.

As we were taking our walk around this particular campground this morning for the last time, a new camper was walking around looking at all the other RV’s and tents.

That’s what people do at camp. They look at everything. And then they ask more questions. “How does that thing drive?” “Are you full-timers?”

This new camper that was walking around happened upon another new camper. It was about 9 in the morning. And not too early for a dirty martini. Oh no. It’s never too early for a dirty martini at camp. You might as well. Everything is dirty anyways.

This new camper walking around was thrilled to see a dirty martini and another new camper enjoying the morning. That coffee mud in a cup for these folks was just not in the schedule.

And as the camper saw that it was happy hour at 9 a.m. at this campground, he said loudly, “How long are you here for?!” Yes. The most often asked question at camp. But never before had it been said with so much enthusiasm. He liked this camp.

Girl Person began to wonder if her usual mud in a cup was going to do the trick this morning after seeing such a display. Here this other camper was with her fancy tablecloth on a fancy tray table with a fancy glass and fancy olives. Her campsite was just like ours with dirt. Her campsite was just like ours but extra dirty. It was very. Extra. And she was very happy to answer this other camper’s question. You see, she was just here till the weekend. But she was going to make it count. Even if she couldn’t count right then.

Do any of us really know how long we are here for…no matter where that is? Do any of us know how long we can enjoy any one spot we land in?

Sometimes you have to forget about what is expected of you, what your schedule says and what other people’s schedule say. Time is short for us all. Sit. Stay awhile. But if you want to dance, have that martini. Be you. It’s no fun being fake.

That may not mean more time but more attention. When you show others that you can enjoy life, they won’t feel so guilty about enjoying theirs!

So sit down. Stay awhile. Or dance. It’s up to you. And ask yourself, “how long are you here for?”

-Deputy Digby Pancake

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