Size matters ......

         As with everything else about me, I discover
that I am not normal.  Before we get off track here
let me state that I am talking about my likes and
dislikes on size related matters.  Everyone likes the
big Harley electra glides and such I was always
fond of the Sportsters (though admittedly I would
look like a circus bear riding one.)  Big luxury cars
never interested me either.  that takes care of bikes
and cars. Women on the other hand are more complex
Although not a huge fan of large busted women I
prefer a little 'muffin top' over a skin and bone
frame.  However a nice smile and deep honest eyes
will erase anything below the neck for me.
   Well It happened again !   Somewhere along the line
the reason for this blog got lost and I'm not sure even
where to go to look for it.  OK  I remember.........
    Living quarters.   Just how much room does one
need?   I was  just making some casual observations
over the weekend on the pitfalls of living in a small
space.  Aside from the obvious party hosting problems
and such,  I'm thinking that maybe they aren't really
pitfalls at all.  My entire camper is 24 feet long and
approxamatly 10 feet wide which means I can toss
a book on the bed from the kitchen with no problem
(unless someone is sitting in the living room at the time.
That is smaller than my living room at home but
includes kitchen, living room, bath and bedroom.
Here's what I have discovered.  When you get up
you make the bed.  not after breakfast, not in a
little while but when you get up. If not you stare
at it the entire time (I guess I could close the door)
You make breakfast, you do dishes,  At once, not
later (small sinks don't handle multiple meals).
Just throw your jacket on the couch?  NO.  You'll
have no place to nap (don't want to mess up bed again)
Everything must be put away at once, nothing out
of place and floor must be swept several times a day
or it looks like a pig sty.  Slip on and off shoes help
but one will wear their heels off after a day of putting
shoes off and on a hundred times a day. 
  Now those that know me and have seen my workshop,
hobby bench and computer desk will understand the
stress this puts me through but I must say it has been
an eye opening experience.  I would probably falter
a bit if it wasn't for the fear of my wife showing up from
time to time for inspection.  But I must admit I am
starting to like the minimalist approach.  less stuff ....
less work cleaning up.  That's a good thing !   Now if
I could just transfer my camper mentality to my home
life , maybe I could find something on this desk !!!!!