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On the way..

Renovations done … at last! House closed up and security in place. Trying out the new Nest technology.

We’re off, finally, with the first stop to visit the newest grandson ☺.
After a week in Williamsburg, we make a quick cross country dash to Denver for a visit with good friends (staying at Cherry Creek SP). 

 This year we plan to see some of the SW parks and sights, with a pause near Tucson during October. More friends to visit in TX and a short tour along the gulf coast.
It wouldn’t be a year on the road without a stop at the Tiffin factory in Red Bay, AL- only a couple minor issues to fix. Holidays will find us in Florida…east coast, and more visits before settling again at Sundance in Port Ritchie.
Heading west September 2nd. Looking forward to meeting new friends along the way!

Apologies ……

A friend just posted a humbling piece about our generation’s failure to better heal the environmental wounds we have, as a species, inflicted on our planet. He spoke of the guilt and pain we feel for that failure, and a degree of pessimism about the next generation’s commitment and prospects.

The sins of the fathers . . .


GUILT, THE PSYCHOLOGISTS SAY, IS A CORROSIVE EMOTION.  SO IS REGRET, THEY SAY.  AND I SUPPOSE they’re right. Obsessing over mistakes that have already been made may not be a good recipe for maintaining mental health, let alone finding constructive solutions for intransigent problems. It’s possible that such emotions are best left to old people who have the time and memories to indulge them. That may be why I find myself so often despondent these days— an old man looking over his shoulder at what might have been.  More at

I see optimism and enthusiasm, and positive things our youth say and do. Then I watch as that optimism and enthusiasm often fades to growing indifference and inaction, perhaps born out of the same pessimism many of our generation now feel. Aging, and the daily trials of life, too often sap away commitments of youth, until the years find us to be that ‘old man’.

We (universally) have been on a self-destructive course for decades, or longer. One can argue that during earlier times it was due to ignorance coupled with a population well within the carrying capacity of the planet. Absent a crisis, the inexorable trends proceeded in silence – Rachel Carson’s ‘Silent Spring’ aside, published in 1962 just two years after my high school graduation.

Neither ignorance of our impacts, individually and collectively, nor sustainable population has been the case for decades. We know better. We now know there are too many of us for the limited resources of this planet to support. Natural processes will likely fix these problems. If we don’t very soon intervene, those left to clean up, if any, will have learned the hard way. Someone once said, wisely – ‘Mother Nature bats last’.

Then, this is all mere whining, or the rantings of another old man, if we don’t adequately respond to the question: So, what should/must we do?  – emphasis on the ‘do’.  And the ‘we’ means each one of us, regardless of age or circumstances. The ‘do’ can mean everything from making wiser personal choices about our life styles and resource uses to speaking up and holding those in authority accountable for their decisions – most notably politicians and their operatives in relevant agencies. More of us need to step up and speak for the planet – and ultimately the generations that follow us.

Perhaps the next generation will still be able to look back and similarly bemoan their failures from a place of reasonable comfort, but I fear deeply for my grandchildren.

j.a. mosher, 24 August 2018

Rescue – noun, verb or both?

If one is a dog person, and lives long enough, we have the fortune to share our life with, and the love of, several dogs. The down side, given the respective life expectancies, is having to say more bitter sweet and painful goodbyes than anyone should have to bear. Yet we agree enthusiastically to that deal with every new puppy that comes into our lives. Most are inclined to forget, or simply don’t understand, the pain that our fur friends endure in the reverse situation. Their are numerous examples of mourning among our fellow species.

I’ve said my share of sad goodbyes over the years, and have reached an age that imposes somewhat different choices and obligations when deciding on bringing a new pup into our life. Do the math. What are the prospects of you or the pup having to mourn another loss?

With all that in mind, and the deeply embedded need to share time with yet another dog, comes the choice.  Take on another puppy or adopt a rescue dog? So often those who adopt rescues ask the question, who rescued whom. A question I think borne of the profoundly ancient relationships between man and canine.

It’s that time again for me to choose. I’ve done the math. For none of the advertised pleas or reasons for adopting a rescue dog, I’ve made that choice. I choose to balance the odds for which of us will bear another good bye.

In fairness, I’m not sure I’m willing to expend the energy to raise another puppy 😊 I’m looking forward to a more age-equal partner – one who will adjust their pace to mine. We can commiserate with each other about the limitations aging imposes, share the joyful and the peaceful times with a fellow traveler. So begins the search……….