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Tom Week – Halloween

halloween bug, trick or treating

10/31/19 – HALLOWEEN

It’s Halloween. We are camped on the shore of the Intercoastal Waterway in Surf City North Carolina. Not many kids out here. The view is amazing. Big rain is coming tonight. A bit scary because the water is right there and all the houses along the shore are on stilts.

11/1/19 – Day of the Dead

Lazy, dead, same thing. Spent nearly the entire day sitting in my chair. Got some writing done. That was nice.

It was 25 degrees cooler today. It’s still fairly warm, but the drop takes it toll. Time to head further south.

11/1/19 – Laziest Campground Ever

I accomplished nothing today and I’m proud of that.

Many sailboats went by today. I lost count. Yes, I was counting sailboats.

11/3/19 – Time Change and Blue Velvet

We are in Lumberton North Carolina. This is where the movie Blue Velvet was allegedly set, though it wasn’t filmed here.

We changed time today. Abigail is pissed. She’s pretty sure we’re not feeding her at the right time.

This park has an oddly large number of single middle-aged men. Hmmm? No, no registered sex offenders here.

11/4/19 – Serious Near-Coma Laziness

I can’t blame the time change any more. I just had a do-nothing lazy kind of day. Highlight was watching trucks go by on the highway.

11/5/19 – Back to the lake

We are parked once again on the shores of lake Marion. The guy who led us to our site remembered us. It’s weird coming back to a place so soon. The familiarity is disconcerting.

11/6/19 – Tonya’s Birthday

Waffles for breakfast. Grilled cheese for lunch. Pizza for supper. Happy child.

Bike ride. Thirteen miles. Mostly flat. Many back roads. One dog toll booth. (Dog required petting before I was allowed to pass.)

Another wonderful sunset.


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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 6, 2019

Short Story – Bad Boy

bad boy

This is where I tell you the story of the good boy gone bad. Me.

They always used to call me good boy. Then they stopped. I wasn’t trying to be good, or bad. I was just being and doing what I felt like I wanted to be and do. At first it was good. Then, I guess, it was bad.

It started with the broken squirrel. I didn’t understand dead. So even though it wasn’t moving I assumed I could help it if I could unflatten it where the car ran over it. I put it in a cardboard box with a towel like I saw so many people do on TV.

Then I squeezed its sides where it was flat. There was a terrible cracking noise and all its guts and all these bugs came squirting out all over me. I ran to my mother. She threw me in the shower, ripped off all my clothes and left me there freezing for a long time.

She called me bad boy at least twenty times. I stopped counting at twenty, but she said it more. My father called me bad boy too, but just once. Mother threw the squirrel, box, towel and all into the trash. The next day she tried to explain to me what death was.

Death is like broken but it can’t be fixed. It took me a long time to really know the difference. At first I didn’t understand that to be dead something first had to be alive. They tried to explain to me what alive was. If something moves on its own it’s alive. But cars move on their own and they’re not alive.

I gave up trying to figure out and just brought things to my parents to ask them if it was dead or broken. I got called bad boy a lot. Sometimes for breaking things. Sometimes for killing things. I decided it would be better to not break or kill anything so I started spending all my time sitting on my bed.

To try to get me to play outside my parents took my TV away. After that I had to make up TV shows in my head. They all started off good but always ended bad. People killing each other. Animals eating people. Car crashes. Lots of blood. Red became my favorite color.

Then the police brought me home from school. They told my parents I was a bad boy. My parents believed them and didn’t even listen to why I broke that boy’s skull. He was a bully and was hurting the younger kids so I picked up a baseball bat and made him stop.

I thought that stopping a bully would be a good thing. This is what superheroes do. I was protecting the small kids. I’m the good boy. I give up.

So now I have to write this bad boy essay. They better like it cause I know where the warden hides his gun.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 1, 2019

Tom Week – Beach Land

beach street

10/24/19 – Myrtle Beach

Yes, we are once again in Myrtle Beach. Were are parked about 50 yards from the ocean. The guy at the campground gate gave us a standing ovation for our funky RV. He even took our picture. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it isn’t as old as it looks.

10/25/19 – Fuddruckers!

I forgot there was a Fuddruckers here. I was looking for restaurants online and saw one that described itself as, “Like Fuddruckers.” Then I remembered. Why to go to a “like” when you can go to the real thing. Best bread in the universe.

Oh yeah; Pat and I got married 22 years ago today. Seems like yesterday and forever ago.

10/26/19 – The Golf Cart Parade

Every evening here at Pirateland the people cruise around in their golf carts visiting with neighbors and scoping out the strangers. Having an odd RV we get a lot of people stopping to take pictures.

Went to Bass Pro Shop today and bought flannel shirts. I am such a guy! The we went to Michaels and Pat bought yarn. She’s such a girl.

10/27/19 – Not Raining

The weatherman lied. We had prepared for a full day of heavy rain. We got a small sprinkle last night and that was it. So I got to go for a nice bike ride. 15 miles. I have a shot at making 100 miles for the month. Haven’t done that in a while.

A quick note on my 100 word posts. They are fiction. They are based in reality and day-dreams, but they are fiction.

10/28/19 – Where To?

When we move on a regular basis it’s pretty easy to pick the next move. But when you’ve settled in for several days it gets harder. You want to prolong the current experience, but you also want something new. In the morning there will be inspiration. I hope.

10/29/19 – Wilmington

We’re escaping the weather. Here the rain is going to be less than elsewhere, and the temperature should be lower. We are severe weather wimps.

10/30/19 – Still Wilmington

Our neighbors are the ultimate Americans. They are sitting outside their RV in lawn chairs, drinking beer and watching Andy Griffith on an external big screen TV.

Good bike ride today. I lubed the chain before the ride and it helped. Great bike paths. 14 miles.


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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: October 30, 2019

100 Words – Broken Beauty

water - broken beauty

Across the water, a skyline of trees. The sunset makes rainbows in the river. There is a highway somewhere out there. The traffic noise fades with dying light. To live in such beauty and still be miserable. My soul is truly broken.

In the morning the sun will return. If I sleep I will greet it with hope. If not, acceptance of another day of not living up to expectations. One of these days the big switch in my head will click and all will be well. I will go forth and fulfill me destiny.

Till then, I will wait.

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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: October 26, 2019

Tom Week – South of the Border

south of the border

10/17/19 – Fayetteville

We’re in a cute little park run by a cute little couple. They remind me of my parents.

The ground is sandy somehow.

10/18/19 – More Fayetteville

Did a pile of laundry today. The adventure never ends.

10/19/19 – Sprouts

There was a Sprouts in Fayetteville. Pat bought bunches of produce.

Today at McDonalds a man asked, “What kinda pies do y’all have?” The south.

We are at this very tacky roadside place called South of the Border, only it’s raining too hard to enjoy it all. Maybe tomorrow.

10/20/19 – Happy Birthday

Today I am 58, which is weird because I’ve been telling people I’m 58 for some time now. I managed to do almost nothing today. Played lot’s of doom and watched a documentary about some abandoned race tracks.

10/21/19 – Lake Marion

We are up the hill from the beach in a beautiful park. Lot’s of squirrels and not nearly as much wet sand as the last place. We are moving south faster than I expected. Soon we’ll be in Georgia. A couple days after that, Florida. Yikes.

10/22/19 – On the Shore

Mega relaxing day. I had a good bike ride, a good nap and got to stare at the lake for an extended period of time.

10/23/19 – Still Here

We decided to sit for another day. I had another good bike ride, another long nap and another wonderful sunset.


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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: October 23, 2019


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