by Nasoosie » Mon Aug 20, 2012 8:28 am
GOOD MORNING CAROL AND ALL!
Nice to see someone opened the kitchen! I hope you can get in some quality family time and travel time, Carol. How are you feeling these days> I need to read and get caught up on all that has been going on while I have been too busy to sit and do anything up here.
(Note: the following is lengthy and probably extremely boring, but I had to spew forth! Any of you can skip right over this.)
My kids and grandson left yesterday, amid a bunch of tears from me, of course. Richard is packing to leave this morning, and the site is deserted. It leaves me with a feeling of such lonliness when I look out over the fields and realize it's just me, the bear(s), wild birds, deer, rabbits, and whatever is sharing the air with me. I just hate the let-down that happens each time the Ruckus is over.
Unfortunately, the first thing I will need to do is go to the more distant dump this morning, as our own dump was closed on Saturday morning when I loaded the bags in the truck and drove there. With a bear in the area now, I really do not want any garbage in the bed of my shiny truck!
After Jack pulled out on Saturday morning, Mandy, Orion, Richard, and I went to our local rec park for a free music fest on which was an awesomely gorgeous day to be out. It was a fun time, but so sparsely attended that I am not sure if they will do this again next year, or not. There is not enough advertising for the event. Perhaps I can assist next year, or something.
Now I am facing taking down the screen room, draining the pool, (it was 39 here this morning!), getting my stuff from the leanto and getting that ready for winter, re-tarping the paddleboat after bailing it out and greasing its gears, putting the canoes and paddles away, making the shelter up here ready to back in my old trailer for the winter, (Joe and Mandy had a bunch of stuff from Joe's father stored in there during the GTG, which really made the place look dumpy in those pics I took----but he needed the space to keep stuff out of any rain), call the fuel company to get a leaky kerosene tank valve replaced, call my trailer dealer to make an appointment to get the trailer inspected on the morning I head to the Plattsburgh Bluegrass Festival at the end of September, call my friend who will travel with me this winter in FL to make plans, staple up snow fence on deck so kids can shovel it off in the winter, get old trailer ready for winter, get old 16mm movies and 8mm movies and tapes and records and all pics sorted and ready to go to get digitized, clean out kitchen cupboards and wash them and store everything in containers to keep mice from soiling things, put anything from my indoor closet that I might want or need into bins to save for next summer and put all else into bins for sale or giveaway, mow the big field and the header with the brush hog, loading Castro-convertible single beds into my truck to take to FL, organize whatever clothes I wish to take back there, as well...oh good grief, by now you are all so bored with this list I need to stop. Last, but not least, I need to make an appointment with a doctor to see if the surgery I should have can be combined with yet another procedure so I only need to go through the panic once. Or perhaps I will postpone that surgery for another year or time.
Yesterday, with Richard's help in manoevering the thing, I re-installed my dinette for the trip south with my friend, thinking it would be fun to have a table to eat on and play cards on. NOT! After emptying the trailer of all my neatly organized stuff and drawers, etc., and carrying the dinette and bench seat from the cellar and screwing it all back in place, I started crying as I realized I had lost 6 drawers of storage space in here, and simply could not deal with it. Try as I could, I simply could not find a way to still keep the necessities of living in this rig with the table and benches. So, just before dark, in a fit of depression, I began unscrewing (and stripping screws) and putting the danged thing back in the cellar. If Richard had not been here to calm me down and help me with stripped screws, I was ready to hatchet and hammer and chisel the thing out. The yard was strewn with all my stuff as I tried to eliminate stuff I didn't need. I didn't eat all day, and was so exhausted last night I went to bed as soon as I got all my stuff back in here. Dinah's crate, which she needs as she is not house-broken yet nor can she be left alone in here without munching on things, takes up most of the space made by eliminating the dinette. But the crate makes a fine table which can be moved easily to get at my drawers! Sigh!
Off I go to face the day and the tears as Richard's rig pulls out, and then to the dump.
Sorry I got carried away, but it's been so long since I have been able to sit down and write anything.
Life is about learning to dance in the rainHappy travels!