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March 27 , 2006

Journal Updates


Columbia, SC
Blue Ridge Parkway
Computer Crash!

2005 - 2006
Happy New Year
Hawk's Message
I'm Published!
Sharing Spring
Ways of Writing
Edmonds, WA
Degenerate Neck
Desert Depression
Post Quartzsite
Grandma Malia

2003 - 2004
Alaska Planning
Alaska 1
Alaska 2
Alaska 3
Alaska 4
Alaska 5
Alaska 6
Alaska 7
BC & Alberta
To Lower 48
2004 Recap
Giving Thanks

2001 - 2002
Inspiration's Off!
To Charleston
N. Carolina
To Orlando
Florida Tour
Back in Austin
Albuq. to WA

Malia's RV Pages


Cedar Point


Niagara Falls


New York
  (After 9-11)

Grand Canyon

Arches Nat'l


Victoria, BC

Butchart Gardens



Glacier Nat'l Park


Grand Tetons

Malia's Miles
(new site)

Michigan Miles

I finally decided to take a break from "work" and get an update out to let you all know where I am and what I'm doing. I appreciate all the concerned emails and every time I get this far behind in answering individually, I figure I'd better get an update out before the threats of sending out a "search party" for me are carried out! I know a lot of the concern comes from my revealing my depression tendencies when in Yuma, so I'm happy to report that seems to have finally abated. However, I think I'm getting more and more obsessive instead.

Since the healing hug therapy I got in Quartzsite, I've been consumed with working on the Class of 2005 Yearbook, sometimes even resenting the times I've had to stop to eat. I've had an absolute blast doing it, learning new programs and more creative ways of doing things and I really believe the finished product will be great. Of course it's taking a whole lot more time than anticipated because I'm never content with doing a "good enough" job, because another of my obsessions is to excel at anything I decide to tackle whole-heartedly.

But this job has been a fantastic life-learning experience for me as well. Hearing from and getting to know people who have sacrificed a lot more than I have in order to follow their dreams of RVing has been inspirational and provided a booster shot sorely needed by me at this point in my own journey.

My heart has been saddened by the tales of some of my compadres whose lifelong plans of travel were quashed by death or jeopardized by life-threatening illness. But my spirit has been uplifted by the lessons they've imparted on not waiting because we never know what's lying in wait for us around the next bend. I was particularly touched by one woman about my age who had struggled for a long time to begin fulltiming. She battled with her family's objections, her own guilt about leaving them, and her fears about everything from backing up her trailer to running out of money on the road. But she was determined to be with the rest of her classmates at the Quartzsite rally and was always an encouraging force on the forums to others taking the steps toward their goals. We were all shocked to find out she had unexpectedly passed away shortly before the rally. Here's a link to a tribute I did to "Silver-Twinkie" that will be included in the Yearbook: Kathy Wells.htm

I headed to Albuquerque after Quartzsite to explore my brother's idea that I could help him in his trading business and work on the road via Internet. There have been some setbacks due to unforeseen changes, but he's still optimistic that it will all work out profitably for us both within a reasonable timeframe. Meanwhile, I've really enjoyed visiting with him and Lois and getting to know my new "niece and nephew" - their doggies Jake and Cheyenne. I've never particularly been a dog person, normally preferring cats' company and independent ways, but I fell in love with these two completely different "doggienalities" - Jake is an exuberant Golden Retriever puppy who literally bowls you over with his enthusiasm for everything (especially doggie cookies). I learned not to even say that word unless prepared for an onslaught of doggie drooling excitement and running to the promised land of the cookie cupboard. At the opposite end of the spectrum, there's Cheyenne, who is as sweet and gentle a dog as I've ever seen. She's a long-suffering soul who puts up with Jake and waits patiently for her share of the attention and petting that Jake insists on right up in your face. I just got home today after four days staying at their home dog-sitting while their parents were out of town. Recently I've been toying with the idea of getting a dog or a cat as a travel companion. I found out I loved being the dogs' doting aunt, but am not ready to be a fulltime responsible mama, even for such unconditional love and pure adoration. But I do intend to find a suitable kitty companion once I get to Austin and have more time to devote to the search for just the right lapcat. Hey, if I'm gonna have to deal with cat food and kitty litter, I want a warm return on that investment!

My next obsession interrupted the yearbook obsession when I tackled the job of organizing my brother's office while they were gone (with his enthusiastic blessing, of course). It's funny how different we are in so many ways, but how complementary our natural talents fit together. He was always the "good" kid in the family, getting straight A's and working hard to escape the poverty of our growing up through education and determination to have a better life than he could have doing the manual labor of my father, who worked for the railroad all his life. I was the rebellious hippie child, the free spirit who was determined not to let "society" dictate my life or live by a rigid set of arbitrary rules just because it had always been done that way for generations.

Now he is an economic and financial visionary who can figure out charts, market trends, and speaks fluent foreign exchange lingo that gives me an absolute headache and blurred eyes. While raising my two daughters primarily as a single mother, I became more responsible, but have still clung to my independent ways and stubborn streak to do things my way. Fulltime RVing as a single woman has given me the freedom and adventure I've always craved, but certainly hasn't improved my bank account.

One of the natural talents I have is being extremely organized and detail oriented. That's something that made me popular as a paralegal and I actually enjoy organizing things and files so they can actually be found again with as little effort as possible. Johnny's office was an absolute disaster area, with papers floating around haphazardly and no discernible filing system. He says that gives him a good excuse for never being able to find anything.

After I spent four full days and into the nights organizing his current files and putting outdated ones in labeled boxes, he was thrilled with how it all looked, but then he told me his concerns. He said once a well-respected successful trader was asked how he judges whether a person has a chance to be a good foreign exchange trader. He said one of the things he looks at is the person's desk. If it's really neat, his experience indicates the person has little chance to succeed - the idea being that you need to be creative to be a good trader and creative people are seldom neat.

He emailed me this morning and jokingly said "Looking at my desk now, I guess I'm doomed to failure." I responded that obviously it was a temporary condition for him, but maybe that's been the problem in my life - I've been "cursed" with the neat gene! Needless to say, I have no hopes of how long the order will last. I'll try not to be upset when I go over there again and find my "system" disturbed. Because then again, he's rich and I'm not. So I'll just be thankful he's willing to share the wealth and let me in on his secrets as I help him with his own system, messy or not.

And besides being a logical yet creative thinker who can make money in a market that most people despair of, I saw evidence of his sensitive and sentimental side when I was going through his papers. I found a bunch of the cards and letters I had sent him through the years. Maybe they weren't organized, but they were kept. Somehow that meant a lot to me and I hugged him hard for it when he got home.

And it was funny, but I was glad to get back to my own cozy little home after my four days in a gorgeous 3,200 sq. ft. house with one of the most stunning views I've ever seen.

I think I got more exercise from commuting through the rooms of that house and playing with the dogs than I have in months, but boy did I ever love having a dishwasher and disposal again! But my 360 sq. ft. house has 6 things theirs doesn't and I wouldn't trade if I could. I've been here since February 2nd and I'll be so happy to drive my house down the road again, even though it means washing dishes by hand and no more laundry privileges at the "big house."

So my next destination is Austin and I'll leave here on April 9th heading there. I'm so looking forward to hugging my oldest daughter and granddaughter again. And of course, my mom - she's already asking when we're leaving for our next trip together! Maybe that could be back to Sacramento when I head there for the birth of my youngest daughter's first baby in July. My baby girl having her own baby girl - how exciting!!!

The main attraction in Albuquerque has always been visiting my brother, John, and sister-in-heart, Lois. I could not understand their moving from their lush home on Mercer Island to dry, arid Albuquerque until I spent one winter in the Pacific Northwest. After 11 years in the drizzly gloom telling themselves that the summers were worth it, they decided they needed more sunshine in their lives. They built a beautiful pueblo style home in Placitas on a street named "Six Range Point" because their site affords a view of six mountain ranges.

View from their back yard

Beautiful sunset shows!


We share a love of feathered friends and they have bird feeders everywhere. Hummingbirds are frequent visitors and sometimes if you sit still enough they get hungry enough to feed even when you're this close.

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