Many days start with a plan A. Take today for instance. Plan A was get up early (check), breakfast (check), walk the dogs (double check) and get busy doing the things we want and need to get done, like playing the guitar and writing.
Writing – we got a good start on that: Simon better than me, but still – all good so far. But then, when I passed my rent cheque to Paul, he mentioned an RV that might be right for us and it happened to be in Ladysmith. Well, why not drive out to look at it? After all, it was almost lunch time and we could take a short break. Besides, there’s a coffee shop that makes good lattes. Okay then – we drove to Ladysmith, looked at the RV, and went to the coffee shop where we studied the menu and decided instead on Indian Food, walked out of the coffee shop and bumped into Jon!
Excellent – three for lunch at the Indian place. Fabulous food! Back home – but wait! An RV for sale in a lot: quick turnaround and a chat with the owners. This took more time than expected because the guy liked to talk: A LOT!
Got back. Time to walk the dogs quickly but we need a nap first. And then Simon has to leave and I’ll leave later and we have to pack up groceries and laundry and – oh look! It’s almost four-thirty!
I still have to get to the drug store and the hair salon and drive to the floathouse and there’s no chance I’ll get there before seven and we’ll have dinner and – um – where the heck does the time go?
NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING!
I wouldn’t have my life any other way, especially because all this plan B we indulged in today deeply concerned our next adventure: a three-month road trip through the Rocky Mountains and on to Portland and Mount Hood and Mount Rainier (can you say Wonderland Trail??!!)
We have looked at our first RV. I am allowing myself to get excited. This is going to be a grand adventure.
Come to think of it, since the day I met Simon, my dull, boring, content little life has become one magnificent adventure! And I love my life.