After bragging in my last post that life had gone pretty much as planned for six whole days (I should have known better) things promptly fell apart! We arrived without incident in Lake George, New York and the plan was to be there for a week. We were both looking forward to staying put for a bit and getting some things done. I will let Brent give you the details if he wants but the next day he was on a plane to Orlando and I was stuck in a deserted campground with no way out and literally backed up to a swamp!
Over the next few days things went from back to worse.
It rained every day, the toilet backed up, Ohio State got pounded (insert sobbing noises here) and I broke my left heel. Well, I suppose you can’t really break a heel (can you?) but fifteen months ago I got plantar fasciitis in my right heel and now, out of nowhere, the left one started hurting. Needless to say, I had a huge pity party (which nobody came to because, as I’ve already said, the campground was deserted.) It was probably better for all of you that I was 1,000 miles away!
Anyway, Brent was gone for a week and on the last day before he returned I came upon an elderly couple on my walk on the far side of the campground. I’m sure they thought I was a total lunatic as I practically came running at them arms outstretched just to have someone to talk to! But 30 minutes later I did manage to let them get on with their lives (after making them promise to send me a Christmas card along with pictures of their dog!)
Anyway, that’s all behind us now and last night we boondocked at an orchard in New Hampshire and today landed near Portland, Maine. We are going to try again to stay put for a week and I’m hoping for better things this time.
I have to tell a funny story real quick. Yesterday as we were leaving the orchard we did our mental checklist, as always, to make sure everything was shut, put away, etc. I always forget to pull up our one remaining blind and then we get a mile down the road and it starts banging against the window. But this time we just heard a thud as we drove off. I looked back but didn’t see anything. Ten minutes later Brent is trying to brake and he’s like, “What in the world is under my foot?”
He reaches down and pulls a can of tomato paste out from underneath his foot.
Yes, one of the drawers of our pantry had opened, the can had apparently leaped off the shelf and unbeknownst to us, had rolled the entire length of the camper and got under Brent’s foot before either of us noticed it. We laughed about it but it was a little scary that, of all places, it had lodged there.
This was especially funny to me because, as an organizer, my car was always full of things that I was taking to Goodwill for my clients. I’ve teased more than one person that if I died in a car accident, it wouldn’t be from the impact of hitting another car but would be from a skillet flying loose from the back seat and hitting me in the head. Maybe I shouldn’t be in a moving vehicle at all, which begs the question of a cross country road trip.
We all know the mantra “It’s all good” right? Well, I’ve come up with a new one… “It’s all good, until it isn’t!” 🙂
Seriously, Brent and I had a big discussion today about how we can be whiny and miserable about the parts of this that are difficult or we can just realize that daily life here can and will be a challenge, just like it was back home. Since I tend to be a bit of a pessimist, (not only is the glass half empty but it might be dirty and have a small crack as well!) the upshot of our conversation was that I’m going to try to get through an entire day without complaining. Yes, it does sound impossible, (but kind of Biblical) doesn’t it? I will let you know how it goes.