moving day

As much as I love this cottage where I currently reside, it is only a winter rental, and by gum, I do believe that winter may actually be over. Although being New England, just 'cause it's gonna be 83 tomorrow, doesn't mean it won't snow next week.

Unless I want to pay per week what I pay per month to stay here, it's time to move on. And I have found the perfect place to suit my budget. It's a tin shack in the woods, half a mile off the road, seven miles from my favorite shipyard.

This here's my new bathroom:



There's even a garage,



for my wheels:



What more can a person ask from life? I know just how lucky I am.