Becalmed

The whole point of moving into an RV was to travel. Yet, somehow, Susan and I have wound up spending the majority of our time at one RV park or another in the two-city area where I’ve lived most of my life.

There are always reasons. She agreed to cover another partial semester at the university where she’d been doing part-time work, then a second partial semester. Then she started a course of treatment that necessitated our remaining in the area for six months. Then we had to come back for some medical appointments. Now we’re (still) working at winnowing through our stored possessions to the point where we can shift the remainder from a large storage space to one half that size.

When we came to our present location, it was with the understanding we’d stay for two months. It rained quite a bit of April, however, and then — somehow — every single day in May, which slowed things more than a little. I just paid for our fourth month, and I’m really hoping we can leave before we go into a fifth. Of course, I don’t know yet when my upcoming cardiac appointment will be …

(Also, Susan’s latest high school reunion will be at the end of September. Surely we can see some other places before that time comes up?)

It’s not exactly like we’re dealing with hardship here. We just haven’t had things going the way we planned.

Like Charlie Baltimore said, “Life is pain.” (Didn’t Cordelia Chase make a similar observation?) Or as someone else observed, “Into each life, a little yellow rain must fall.”