Happy ‘Day After Christmas’, Second day of Hanukah, and a soon to be a Happy New Year!
Christmas Eve was fun. My kids think I’m insane, but, well, I think I’m entitled. After all, here we sit, behind a big old farmhouse, and I insisted that my kids and their families climb over each other in our RV! Sure, it seems nuts, but I wasn’t insisting on a meal, or anything. Just sitting around, watching the kids with presents (mostly Connor, because he’s 8—the baby is just a little too young to get into ripping paper off packages, this year.) But they survived.
You couldn’t have asked for a gloomier day, tho! Misting rain, turning to pea soup fog by nightfall. Illinois threw some of its most classic winter weather at us! Did ya ever notice that there are no songs written about slogging to Grandma’s house in the mud, or pictures of folks picking out Christmas trees amidst piles of old, blackened snow, or rushing home with treasures in the pouring rain-- back home in the Midwest?
Hubby spent Christmas Eve and Christmas afternoon, in a hole in the ground that he had dug out with the neighbor’s backhoe the day before. See, it’s one of those little facts of RV life, that it is necessary to have a place to dump your not-so-nice, used water tanks on a regular basis. In a campground, you just attach a hose to a pipe coming out of the ground, pull a lever and it disappears into a septic system somewhere. But we’d been living with ours since we left Florida and were running out of room! So he had to sink a plastic tank and make a septic system! Now, once again, we have a functioning home. J There is still a mountain of black dirt out back, that has to be shoveled back into the gaping hole in the yard, but the worst of the job is done, just in the nick of time!
This weekend, we’re off to Louisville for a weekend with the Schnauzer Cloud over New Years. Normally, we’d have parked our house in the driveway on the way to IL, but time was short this trip! So, we’ll pack a bag and go be ‘houseguests’…and thing we’re not used to doing any more. Much easier to just pick up your home and move it to someone else’s for a visit. It’s not quite as easy, with diesel fuel so high, of course! The really big challenge is finding transportation! We might still end up taking the trip in the Big Yellow Bird! The only other transport we have available is the ¾ ton pickup we left here…which hasn’t been plated or insured for over a year—and which is sitting in the shed, loaded down with stuff we packed out of the garage before the thieves could come back for them.
And, so it is time to commence to begin….. Stay happy!
