Well, last night was the beginning of our
crazy joyride while repairs to our home start today. I spent yesterday doing
laundry and packing, Hubs packed the pickup and we headed out – the night was
warm, but not sticky warm like it had been earlier in the week and the sky was
actually BLUE instead of hazy with heavy smoke and ash clouds; things appeared
promising:
Clear skies ... looks like the smoke and ash is being blown away.
So far the ride is anything but joyful. We
arrived at the local Hotel to find the desk clerk arguing with lodgers because
several rooms had been double-booked – Bob & I looked at each other with a
look that said, ‘Let’s hope we have a room tonight and that our room has not
been double-booked’: it wasn’t and we sighed a sigh of relief because we were
all tired and Hubs and I just wanted to get our stuff unloaded and hauled to
our room as soon as possible, get baby boy settled comfortably, and veg out
before bedtime. The relief was short-lived … our room was on the 2nd floor – up 2
flights of 8 stairs each. Now, this may be okay for younger folks who
have younger knees; for old folks like us, it wasn’t so great. We had a home 6
years ago that had 12 stairs out front & 12 stairs out back – we sold it
because our knees couldn’t take that ups and downs several times a day anymore:
I miss the huge garden I had and the chickens I enjoyed … but I do not miss the
stairs!
And here we were faced with 2 flights of 8
stairs each with just as many trips to the pickup and back before we could even
think of resting for the night. We did it in shifts, managing a climb of 64 steps a
piece between the 2 of us PLUS the original 16: we were POOPED by the
time we got everything shifted from pickup to room and called it a night.
Our knees are on fire this morning. And
people keep knocking on our door looking for their friends! It’s like, ‘If they
are your friends, you should KNOW the door you are looking for – stop knocking
on ours! Our knees H.U.R.T. and every time you knock we have to shuffle over
there to tell you that you have the wrong door” >:-P Hub’s bad knee is
swollen to twice its size, mine just ache. Hubs and I do go on vacations, but
they are carefully planned and we know we can call off the vaca and go home
whenever we feel like it (as in gone too long from the home base). The longest
we have EVER been away from home base was recently when we took the trip across
America from Washington State to Vermont for a 14 day round trip rescue mission
– the situation is a bit different here today. This Hotel hiatus was not our
idea, and someone else (a rotten Insurance Agent who does not have our best
interests at heart) is in temporary control of our lives – we don’t like it …
any of it. This is NOT ‘a vaca’, it’s an invasion and entrapment.
We have no choice but to {make the best of
it}, but I gotta tell you, it’s gonna be hard. We all want to be back home
where we can do our thing in our own space as noisy as we please and in
familiar surroundings. I suppose you could say we are lobos hopelessly out of
place with little desire to conform to the jungle we find ourselves in.
This
is gonna be a loooooong 31 days.
