August 2: New Tires and a New Friend

Today is dedicated to Ron Redman. Ron is the owner of Redman Trailer Sales and Service and the kind of person that this world needs more of. He not only sold me two new tires for my trailer, but he was kind enough to call a campground and ask them to hold his favorite site for me, #18. He even called me later to check on me, "because you seemed so sad, and I just wanted to help you, if I could." He's happily married for 30 years. He invited me for dinner with him and his wife. He also had the sweetest dog, Addie, a scotty-poo. He said that I should try a week at #18 next time I'm in Connecticut. Next time I'm in the New England area to see my brother. I am going to drive to Redman's, rent a trailer and do just that.

"It is so easy to be kind when you have a conscience." - Laurie Dieppa

"If speaking kindly to plants helps them grow, imagine what speaking kindly to humans can do." - www. laurenyloves.co.uk

"But above all else, be kind. In a world that is so often dark, be a light others can look to when the sky is no longer blue." - Unknown

These are apartment houses in Connecticut. I think it would be scary to be on the third floor or any floor for that matter.

Scariest passageway I've been under yet. It was so low and looked like it was going to fall any second.

The abandoned road to nowhwere

Tiffany

Saw this while driving around. If you know me, then you know why this is was of any relevance to me.

You already know what I did today. I met a nice guy named, Ron and I got my tires changed on my trailer. While my tires were being taken care of by Ron, I took the dogs to a nearby dog park. They enjoyed the heck out of it, but I was getting eaten alive by insects. After the tick incident, I'm a bit leery of the woods when I'm wearing shorts. I had a while to wait for my tires so I decided to take this side trip to see "The Little People Village." This is not little people, as in short in stature - no this was a village built for tiny beings. There are two schools of thought regarding the village. First is that it was built by a wealthy man to appease his slightly crazy wife who was obsessed about the little people she was sure she was seeing. The second is that it was part of a marketing gimmick for a failed amusement park in the 1930's. I have no opinion because I never found it. The directions were archaic and confusing. I ended up on an abandoned road with a ton of poison ivy and I had to pee so bad - I just dropped my drawers and peed right there on the side of the abandoned road. The dogs were very interested in what I was doing. I haven't done that since Ben dared me to at the base of a large rock we were about to climb in Sedona. So no, it isn't something I do often or even enjoy, but it was a relief.

Then we drove back to Redman's to get the trailer. I did not end up going to the suggested campsite. I was just so sad and yep, a bit angry still about the things I learned from Sara - I just checked into a Howard Johnson's to cry. There was nowhere to park my trailer, so while I stood outside the hotel office looking around a truck driver, Tiffany approached me and asked if she could help me back up my trailer. I was fairly certain that she meant my actual trailer, but if you saw and heard Tiffany with her dog, Scarlet, you'd wonder too. I let her park my actual trailer, thanked her for her kindness and got to my room as quickly as possible. Just kidding. She was very nice. Her husband is also a truck driver. She was talking to her son on the phone as I left her. He sounded quite young. Just another family trying to make ends meet the best they can in this world.

I did however do a lot of crying this night - everything seemed so hopeless. I don't know why - just the way grief is - it fools you into thinking you're okay, then you're not.