Tom Flanders World

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RVing – South Again (with donkeys)



Rain rain go away. Weird weather. Last night it got warmer as the night went along. Then today it got colder as the day went along.

Pat got a new sewing machine and a crock pot today. This is the exciting life we live.


Heading south again. We’re in Wilson NC. There are donkeys here.


Spent a lazy day sitting in the rain. Haven’t seen the donkeys yet, but I heard one.


Easy drive to Myrtle Beach. Got good pictures of the donkeys.


When renting a car and they ask if you want to upgrade, always say no. Because if you say no you will probably get the upgrade for free. It’s happened to me several times, including today.


We are sinking into the sand. The plastic tire supports are buried. Every day an adventure.


We found a place for Abigail to stay while I’m in Worcester. Got lost a little while driving today. Unfortunately it’s hard to stay lost in Myrtle Beach for very long.


yellow RV

The Winnebago Brave moored in the land of donkeys.

food wagon

You never know what you’ll find at a roadside campground.


There were many birds near this little pond, but none of them were chickens.

donkey stable

This two donkeys were too comfy in their little shed to come out to visit.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 19, 2018

100 Words – Bottles

pill bottles

Smiley circled the house twice. The first to check for any unlocked doors or windows. The second because Martha was crying and she couldn’t be convinced nothing was wrong.

Back at the front door she was still crying so Smiley kicked the door in. He was as shocked as Martha when he succeeded on the first try.

Grandpa sat in his easy chair as lifeless as the sitcom he was no longer watching. Smiley counted the empty beer bottles. Martha counted the empty pill bottles. Neither the police nor the ambulance guys cared about the bottles. “He was 97, right?”

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 17, 2018

RVing – The Low Country

old low country truck


We are now in Charleston SC, AKA, The Low Country. I love that name. There are cows in the campground and a fishing pond with alligator warning signs. Also, it was 80 degrees today with about 100% humidity. Welcome to November in the south.


Didn’t see any alligators today, but when I took a shower there was a tree frog in there with me.


Hot and humid here in the Low Country. Sorting through the good and bad of yesterday’s election. Still haven’t seen an alligator.


We are in Holden Beach NC. The camp hosts live in a Winnebago Brave as well.


We’re spending the weekend on Emerald Island NC. Beach town but not as crazy as Myrtle Beach. The allegedly have 15 miles of bike trails. We’ll find out tomorrow.

On the way here we drove by Camp Lejeune, where Marines are trained.


I hate to admit this but it looks like Winter is going to happen.


Back in Virginia Beach. The clerk at KOA recognized the RV and welcomed me back. Pat noticed that today is day 100 of our trip.


Woke this morning to water pouring out from under the RV. Pat heard water running in the night but was unable to wake me. Yes, when I get going I sleep HARD. Fortunately, the source of the water was the fresh water tank overflow, so we weren’t dumping sewage or anything bad.

A bit of research and we found that the “check valve” on the water pump got stuck open. Pumping some water out of the tank unstuck the valve and fixed the problem. (Sigh of relief)


go hawks

Even in the swamps of the low country, some people never leave Iowa


Apparently, the is where Canadian Geese spend the winter.


This pile of mushrooms is aiming for world domination.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 12, 2018

100 Words – highway of light

highway of light

I drive the highway of light. One slight nudge of the wheel and I would be on the road to darkness. There are things down that road. Danger, drinking, sex and adventure. “Is it worth the risk?” I think as I continue down the road of light.

I see forgotten faces reflected in the window to my right. The ghosts of my previous traveling companions. Which would encourage the darkness? Which would insist on the light?

But I am alone. Their thoughts and prayers are meaningless now. Wasted on my battered soul. Darkness it is. I run out of gas.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 10, 2018

Are all writers mentally ill?

Yes, but first we need to define our terms. Perhaps mentally ill is a poor expression. Mentally abnormal seems more correct, though that seems to have even more negative connotations. Though in my nomenclature abnormal could be anything other than average. Therefore genius would be considered an abnormality.

I toyed with the idea of using the phrase mental nonconformity but that sounds like a choice so it’s not appropriate. Mental abnormality it is.

I should mention here that, if they were asked, nearly every writer I know would give you a laundry list of their abnormalities. My own would include; social anxiety, depression, over-thinking, insomnia, self-doubt and poor self-image.

So are there sane writers? No, but using my criteria, it would be hard to find any human who doesn’t have mental abnormalities. It’s just that writers are mentally abnormal out loud. Their problems are documented on an ongoing basis. Then they actively try to have other people participate in their anxieties.

This is the problem when you over-think everything. You talk yourself in circles till all semblance of an answer is rendered useless. So I’ll just say this; You have to be crazy to be a writer.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 7, 2018

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