I got up early today to get some ice to put in the Dometic and hold food until I could get some juice in the battery … and head north to Esther Street Beach Park, chosen because my mother’s name was Esther. (Well, actually, Celestina, but that’s a story for another time.) Then I decided to forego the ice because the sun began shinining unexpectedly.

As it happened, Nat and Don were south of me said offered to charge my battery. Since we’d both planned to go to a beach, we picked one in the middle, and I ended at one I’d passed on to watch the rocket launch.

Playing it safe (as in not trusting my intuition), I stopped to buy ice. By the time I came out, the sun had filled my battery. The sun did not do much, though, to warm the day. It was maybe 72, and so windy it took my chair for a ride into the waves while I was hunting shells. It wasn’t my smartest idea to I sat in the wet seat, my shorts then soaked and chafing, watching seagulls and getting sand blasted because of the wind. It was the wind that made me not want to try and tuck myself in along the beach overnight, but the parking lot I’m in still has wind gusts strong enough to rock Karma.

There was a time I thought I could never miss a Super Bowl. And until I got on the road, I never missed a one since my Packers beat the Chiefs in 1965, but it’s amazed me how many things from my previous life I loved by don’t miss. Showers are not one of them, which is why I’m going to be joining Planet Fitness for my birthday. Oh, and a solar panel will be delivered to the Skoolie Swarm on my birthday when two other Skoolie Angles diagnose and correct my power problems. The cost of another lithium battery, if necessary, is worth any price if it alleviates my stress and anxiety … and instances without power.

I never got a nap today, so I’m extra tired. I’m sleeping in Monday until Michael’s opens up, at which time I am going to self medicate with small dose of retail therapy. If I’m lucky, the thrift store will also be open. I’ll let you know how it goes.