Luxury problems ...
Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:05 pm
I'm feeling whiny, but I have to realize that 90% of my problems are luxury problems. To wit:
Trying to plan trips this time of year is like threading a needle. I'm trying to find a clear weather window to get from Salt Lake City to the Oregon coast on my way northwest. Originally I was going to leave on Wednesday ... but a snowstorm is rolling through. As the forecast for Monday and Tuesday is clear, I decided on an earlier Monday launch.
But the Escape Capsule is in the shop awaiting a part for a refrigerator recall. The part was supposed to be delivered today. Now they say Monday. Sigh. So .... I've got to wait. And wait.
Oh, wah! A three-month trip in my paid-for motor home is delayed a few days. Oh, woe is me!
Second example: The national park wants me to provide my own trousers ... so I went to a uniform shop and bought a beautiful brown pair, hemmed for my stumpy little legs. Got home, read the volunteer guide, which told me I need GREEN pants. #!$&% So I went back and now have some great, perfectly fit olive green cargo pants. Oh, poor beleaguered me.
Well, that's as whiny as I'm going to be today. All told, these are all luxury problems.
Trying to plan trips this time of year is like threading a needle. I'm trying to find a clear weather window to get from Salt Lake City to the Oregon coast on my way northwest. Originally I was going to leave on Wednesday ... but a snowstorm is rolling through. As the forecast for Monday and Tuesday is clear, I decided on an earlier Monday launch.
But the Escape Capsule is in the shop awaiting a part for a refrigerator recall. The part was supposed to be delivered today. Now they say Monday. Sigh. So .... I've got to wait. And wait.
Oh, wah! A three-month trip in my paid-for motor home is delayed a few days. Oh, woe is me!
Second example: The national park wants me to provide my own trousers ... so I went to a uniform shop and bought a beautiful brown pair, hemmed for my stumpy little legs. Got home, read the volunteer guide, which told me I need GREEN pants. #!$&% So I went back and now have some great, perfectly fit olive green cargo pants. Oh, poor beleaguered me.
Well, that's as whiny as I'm going to be today. All told, these are all luxury problems.