Another crispy clear night here in the desert. Here's the first full moon in March...
The first? Yep - on the 31st, there will be another Blue Moon. Pretty cool, huh?
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- Ready...
- A heavy heart this morning...
- Once in a blue moon...
- Luxurious...
- Thinning out...
- Been a while since we've done that...
- Playa...
- Stealerships...
- Last Sunday family meal before we roll...
- Before you can play...
- Shopping around...
- The toilet paper game...
- SOLD!
- Guitar for sale...
- Beware of dog...
- Just when you thought it was safe...
- Happy St. Paddy's Day...
- Not as bad...
- More testing...
- The price of technology...
- The big O...
- She'll be comin' 'round the mountain...
- Four decades and six years ago...
- Take me out to the ballgame...
- Rufus as Bill the cat...
- Unlisted number...
- A garage...
- Outside...
- Snuggle boy...
- On a boat, a rope is "a line"...
- Packed!
- Rufus on a scooter...
- He pulled a Molly...
- How things wander on a forum...
- All about Rufus...
- Apparently...
- OK, the real full moon...
- The race is run...
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About Us
- Captain Jim and the Blonde
- Now based in Arizona, coast to coast, United States
- We retired in 2006. Since then, we spent a few years traveling on our boat, Wild Blue. Coast to coast to coast. Now traveling by land in our Winnebago motorhome, and newly based out of Arizona. A while back, I published a book about our travel adventures with Molly the Boat Cat; Cat On A Leash is available in paperback and all eBook formats. Molly taught us a lot. After Molly, there was 9 great years with the sweetest cat ever, Izzy (Isabella); our little supermodel feline. Our hearts were broken when her time came, and then our big boy, Rufus - another shelter rescue, with a wonky ear, a great attitude, and so happy to have found "his people." Rufus lived a big life, but too short. The new, new kid is Murphy - shorter hair, different personality - he is learning to be a travel cat. Eight years of "fun summer jobs" has taken us to some great places to be in the summer. Now, appreciating being gainfully unemployed. And getting out on our bikes. Still anxious to see what is over the horizon.
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