We are free from Sybil, Dr. Jeckyl/Mr. Hide, Angry-Pants/Peaches, and it is with great relief that we are no longer share the same homestead with Sybil; I've never been happier to say that I'm living in a van.
The showdown with Sybil was on Sunday and we each held our positions until high noon. We hid Neil in the van, far out of sight from crazy man's gaze because any other male causes Sybil to break into baboon-like fits.
I had to approach Sybil, sitting in his chair watching television, and I actually scared Sybil--I had been hiding out on the porch reading a book until it was time to meet. Sybil was in good spirits, which could mean that only the nice personality was awake and the angry, Curly personality was in hiding. (I say Curly because when Sybil gets heated, he makes the Curly noise
whoob-whoob-whoob-whoob, from the Three Stooges).
Sybil flew into generous savior mode, offering me his tent, a place to stay if we got into a bind, etc. I politely refused and showed him the immaculate bedroom we had stayed in along with the shining toilet we had the privilege to use. Sybil approved of all and said that he would get me the deposit but it had to be a check. Then Sybil tested me by offering the deposit in an amount that was $100 more than was due to us. I didn't buy into it and stood like a nun with ruler as he wrote out the check; we cashed the check the next day and so far, free and clear.
Life in the van is actually quite comfortable. There are outdoor showers at every campsite and electrical outlets too; our first night back in the van, we were able to run an extension cord from an outlet into the van where we had set up a hot plate and cooked sausage and rice, and stayed dry throughout the rainstorms.
I will try and post some pictures of our new home as soon as I can find the other rechargeable batteries for the camera; two were lost in a flashlight from our tent days and we have yet to find them.
By the way, I am currently reading John Steinbeck's
East of Eden. So far, excellent.