Someday I’ll have to watch that movie, or maybe I have. Lots of people are referring to it these days on Facebook and in blogs. The main things that differ are who we Zoom with and for how long.
However, yesterday Carol asked me to get out the “Winter Bin”. Deep in the bowls of the coach basement it is a bin designated to hold winter clothes when summer approaches. It is that time to move the heavy stuff into longer term storage than the closet. Diligently I opened the basement and rolled the sliding tray with the bins on it out to the driver side (ds) so I could extract the bin while risking severe injury from the bottom of the slideout above should I raise my head a moment too soon. It really hurts and I have the scars! This time in several trips under there I managed to keep my head down, especially when Carol had her hand on it pushing down.
Simple task completed in less time than it took to write a bout it. While the baggage slide was fully extended to the ds I walked around to the ps and noted that the floor exposed by the tray’s position was filthy. I have noted this in the past and ignored it as I had other things to do. It flashed though what is left of my intellect that I did not have “other things to do.” I got the shopvac and somehow the morning passed with me cleverly vacuuming the entire baggage area which included removing everything we have stored under there. Unfortunately my determination to “get the job done” lapsed and everything that came out went back in. Stuff that we have carted around since our first shopping trip for the coach in 2001 and never used is still safely stowed away in its usual places.
But you never know. In 2001 I bought a set of safety triangles instead of flares. They have been stored near the door of a bin waiting for an emergency for 19 years and last Fall as we were returning from Rochester to the West Coast we had the breakdown and I used the safety triangles! They do have a purpose. The handle with 250 feet of kite line on it is another story. Haven’t flown a kite in many years and all the ones we carried are destroyed, but you never know, I might have the urge to go fly a kite any day now.
I have read that people are having many more dreams they remember and they are more HD than in the past. Count me in to that group. I will not recount what I can remember because it seems too weird and at the same time too boring to recount for others, but boy at 3 and 5 AM I think I am awake until the dream or some variant resumes.
I have no idea what I might write about next, any more than I knew where this was going when I started. Couldn’t even think of a catchy title.




