I had an incredibly productive Monday morning:
I scheduled an appointment at the RV dealer to get Serenity’s vent fixed.
I called the fence people about the permit problem.
I took a load of stuff to Goodwill, probably the last.
I stopped at the pharmacy and picked up a prescription and discussed arrangements for refills on the road.
I called my doctor and got a couple extra refills added to my prescription.
I took some old cans of paint and bug spray to the landfill.
I loaded up Serenity with four bookcases and a chair and drove them to the house of the friend who’s taking them.
I posted a question about traveling with pets to Facebook.
I emailed my realtor.
I called the guy who’s taking my porch furniture and made arrangements with him for Thursday.
I talked to my sister and set up a time for my nephew to come collect a few things.
I spent some time researching temperature monitoring solutions for when I have to leave the dogs in Serenity.*
And then I sat down at the computer to write and… didn’t.
I have this fantasy where I’m so engrossed in the story I’m telling that all the trivial details of my life are simply flotsam and jetsam drifting past unnoticed while a current of pure story drives my days. Reality is never so smooth. If Grace was a kayak outing, it would be an insanely frustrating one where the current of reality keeps driving me into eddies and backwaters. Actually, that’s a really good description of Grace anyway. I keep thinking I’ve got it and then… I keep not getting it.
But the day is not yet over. Admittedly, it’s after 7 and I haven’t had dinner and still need to take the trash out and my realtor just answered my email… but words can still be written! So off I go to at least try, having fulfilled one more item on my checklist of things to be done. (I’ve managed to blog every Monday of 2016 — I didn’t want to break my chain!) A week from today, I’ll be on the road, headed to PA, and all of the vast multitude of house-related to-do list items will be… well, done. I don’t know whether I’m more relieved, scared, or excited.
*The temperature inside Serenity hit 122 degrees the other day. I was impressed. That was with all windows closed and no AC on, of course, on a Florida day in July — a situation in which I would never leave the dogs. But I would like some kind of warning system for when I do leave them, although preferably one that doesn’t cost a small fortune.
Judy Judy Judy said:
Every day it becomes more real. I’m excited for you.
Thank you! Yeah, the reality is definitely starting to hit me. I realized this morning that I only have one more trash day, so everything that needs to go out in the garbage needs to be out within the next two days. Eep. But it’ll be good to have this part over!
Goodness… down to the wire and counting the days, hours, minutes. I’m excited for you!
Oooh… just read Judy Judy Judy’s post and she said the same thing i did!!! LOL I think we’re all rooting for you. here’s hoping you can find an answer to the temperature situation for the dogs.
There are lots of possibilities and I’m sure I will decide on one soon — or maybe after I’ve figured out how we’re traveling. If I rarely leave the dogs alone, it’s less urgent than if I’m needing to let them spend hours in Serenity on their own. And if we spend most of our time in temperate climates, it’s a lot less urgent than if we’re in Florida most of the time. Decisions, decisions! But thanks, I’m excited for me, too!