I want a small camper van. It’s become my obsession. If I had one I’d drive it to Illinois where I could stay close to my daughter and her family without being in their way. I’d park it at the hospital where it could be a home away from home for me or whoever else in our support group needs one.
The only requirements for my camper are a bed and a potty. Actually I need a potty. The bed is optional.
Today I began actively shopping for a camper van, and let me tell you, they aren’t cheap. In fact, they’re the opposite of cheap. Even the cheap ones aren’t cheap. I told Studly Doright how much the one I really want costs. His response: “Sell more books.”
I’m working on it. I really am.
The Cowboy and the Executive: A West Texas Romance https://www.amazon.com/dp/B095F6VW2C/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_0QSGG5HAF8RSKX7ASZ1N
Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08P76RBRD/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_glt_fabc_AMT80HT023C7KYCPF31S