For the last couple of years, whenever we decide to go someplace, we simply up and move Cholula Red. Instinctively, I knew this was a huge convenience, but until today, it didn't really hit home.
For the first time in years, we're taking off in the car and leaving the rig for three days.
So of course, we need to pack.
Except we don't have a suitcase . . .
That hurdle was passed thanks to a friend, but really, it was just the beginning.
Exactly what am I supposed to take for a three day getaway anyhow?
Of course, pants, shirts, underwear, socks, jackets, a toothbrush. shower needs. But then what else?
Well a hairdryer would have been nice, as would a brush. And some aspirin to appease my throbbing head from hours of errands. I could have brought a book to read (there are no TVs in the rooms here at Ghost Ranch Santa Fe).
And what kind of fool takes off without pajamas?
It seems I have become extremely spoiled by just moving the house rather than removing items from the house.
Who came up with this plan anyhow? I have to say that moving the whole house is a lot easier than trying to decide what to take.
But finally, we're here in the big City (at least it seems so to us).
Now, suddenly, I'm aware of noises.
Building noises (Cholula Red is astoundingly quiet), street noises, people walking by, a siren in the street . . .
Geez, I guess we're completely spoiled, living life out in the country.
I miss my home (already).