Mod Pizza in the University District in Seattle. Hot chicken pizza on a crispy thin crust.
The other night Jean’s reading me some weather forecasts from the southwest with their predicted warmer pleasant temps.
I ask, “Why do you think I want to take up snowbird travel as soon as we can?”
A couple of days ago she’s seeing some journal entries from road travelers and tells me something along the lines of, “Look at this place. There are so many places to see in this country.”
At that time I suggested, “That’s why I want to get on the road with the motorhome as soon as we can. We’ve driven cross country a number of times but we were always time limited and drove right past those kinda’ places or spent an hour looking at them. Wouldn’t it be nice to wander slowly, no schedule, and see that stuff, really see it?”
I hope that by the time we can, we’ll be in alignment.
When our almost 17y/o jumps ship, I want to travel, not necessarily just head south in the winter, stay in on place until spring then come back north. And I don’t want to be on the move every day or maybe even every week. I want to visit places and see them in depth, no hurry, no rush, no day filled sight seeing. Rather, I want to relax, see places at a comfortable pace, and when we move, maybe move a couple hundred miles. I’d want to take advantage of longer term rates at RV campgrounds. Maybe spend a few nights here, a few nights there in various state and national parks. I want to wander without being lost.
Our two oldest critters enjoying naps after breakfast.
After a stressful counseling session a few weeks ago, my wife of nearly 19 years told me, “I’m going to try to be nicer to you.”
My external reaction was, “OK.”
My internal reaction was much different. Internally I wondered, “Why would you need to try?” You’ve made the decision to spend the rest of your life with me and followed through on that decision for nearly 20 years. You are the most important single thing and person in my life. You are literally my whole life. I’d march straight into hell for you.
Why would you need to try to be nice to me, the only person who feels that way about you? What do I need to do differently for you to not have to try to be nice to me?
I don’t understand.
There comes a time, when your teen thinks they know everything and you’re as ignorant as a dog turd and deserving of even less respect, that you just have to let them figure out for themselves that perhaps they’re incorrect. Hopefully in the meantime they don’t commit any life bending blunders.
Half hour before playoff game. Power went off.
Seahawks take on the Saints today. Seahawks earned home field advantage for both playoff games so their opponents must deal with the 12th man and our weather.
Looks to be wet, windy and sloppy here today, Saints. No domed field here for you.
Hopefully both Wilson and Lynch are operative today. Jean and I are going over to her sister’s, taking burrito / taco makings to fix over there. I’ll try to get pix later.
Our 16, almost 17 y/o, daughter made it very, very clear to us at family counseling yesterday that she pretty much detests us and everything about us.
How do I respond to that? I realize that this may be more common than I am aware but it doesn’t stop it from hurting when I hear it. We are delaying doing things we’d like to do in deference to her. I find myself asking me “why?”
Jean needed new tires on her Crown Vic so off to Discount Tire in Bonney Lake WA.
The folks there are absolutely great and the Nitto Motivo tires I’m putting on are a fantastic tire. They ride like a Grand Touring tire but handle like a performance tire. This is the third car on which I’ve put them. They’re on my Crown Vic and daughter’s Mazda 6 also.
There’s just something about new tires that I love. What is it, the smell, the new tire ride, the shiny new tread and sidewalls?
It’s probably a “guy thing”, huh??
I have traveled cross country many times, on motorcycle, by car, alone and not alone. There is a distinct rhythm on the road. One settles into a pattern of movement, rest, daylight, and dark.
I love two favorite times on the road.
If in the middle of nowhere, with little to no ambient light, the middle of night is beautiful and fascinating. Stopping and looking up reveals a sky full of stars not usually visible in our more populated areas. One night while crossing the Southern California desert into Arizona in our van on a very nearly abandoned I-10, I pulled off at one of the many exit ramps that seemingly go nowhere. After continuing over to the entrance ramp I pulled onto the shoulder and shut the van down.
As the kids slept in their seats behind us I asked Jean, “Hear that?”
She asked, “What?”
I replied, “Silence. Come on, get out with me.”
We exited the van into the chilly night. I told her, “Look up.”
She gasped as she looked up at the inky black sky filled from horizon to horizon with stars, distinct, crisply visible in the blackness. So densely packed in some areas they together became a smear of light.
Living in more densely populated areas as so many of us do, we miss out on such beauty.
My other favorite time on the road is daybreak. That time before sunrise when the stars fade and the sky begins to quicken always brightens my spirit. The heavens gradually brighten from black to bluish gray when there are no clouds, then to azure as the sun breaks the horizon. Of course if there are scattered clouds then you’re treated to nature’s color show of oranges and reds before the sun breaks the horizon.
Driving overnight finds that the couple of hours before sunrise are the most difficult to stay awake, stay alert. When the sky quickens and the sun rises I find myself rejuvenated, ready to look for breakfast.
We haven’t had the opportunity to drive the motorhome long distance as yet. I’m looking forward to the time I can step out of it, wherever we happen to be parked overnight, to see the star filled sky at night and the sunrise in the morning.