August 26, 2015...bob's birthday.
And here we are, panicking over this move. Our house still had skads of stuff in it when my cleaner arrived and we had to hustle to get it boxed up and shipped out via pick up truck to a second storage area. The costs are mounting for this venture. Did we make the right decision...we can only hope so.
So in between moving stuff in 90 degree heat, cleaning, organizing the trailer, throwing bunches of trash out, talking to our new tenant on theese phone about this,that,and the other...I had to take the dogs down to the Humane Society for their shots. I have tripped and fallen twice. Bob is patching nail h oles in the wall and buying paint to cover them up ( only Martha Stewart paint can cost $24.00 a pint!!) and it still isn't matching up! Damn! Now we have all these mismatched blotches on the walls which means one thing: ta-Dah! Paint the whole room from top to bottom. Good golly miss Molly! And then the yard guy is coming to do some work tomorrow and the cleaners come back to do what they couldn't do today because we were too disorganized! Lawd have Mercy. But now, as a huge thunder storm looms dark and insididious upon us, wwe count our blessings because we are really doing this. And we have plenty of time before we hit the mountain roads to become better organized. I have downloaded at least 10 books on how to make your home on wheels more comfortable, thus livable. And how to do it without giving up every last luxury ( like clean undies, good shoes, bling earrings and soft bed sheets). And how to camp with pets...in our case, two Chihweenies and one very independent cat. I must say I am impressed most with the comfort of our bed and the size of the bathroom. The shower itself is as nice as the one we have in the house. Right now, we have no water because we are parked outside our home. Tomorrow we will meet with our tenant late IN the day and then Toodle on over to Wickham Park to start our real adventure at a beginner's pace. A trial and error, if you will, before we hit the real trails of America!
Looking forward...not back.
Because there is no going back now!
Cheers!
Rosemary in the Thelma Lou
8/26/15
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Monday, August 24, 2015
And the Thelma Lou is Ready to Roll!!
Thelma Lou and the Lynns: on a roll at last
Today is Tuesday, August 25, 2015. After a rocky start, we are finally a seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I mean, not the light, as in when you die and you go to that magical bright spot where all four of your relatives and friends are waiting for you! (the others are busy partying or in hell, one or the,other!) no, this light shines bright inside the home you've called your own for 3-1/2 years and damn, how can two people and three fur babies accumulate so much junk anyway!
So, we donated fifteen bags of stuff to Goodwill ( and for the life of me, I can't remember one thing in those bags. See how important all'of your junk is! Ha!) and we've completely filled a 10X10 storage place with everything from a few family antiques to boxes of patterns and material which I hope someday to sew into wearable garments. Not holding my breath on that one. Other stuff has already been neatly arranged in our new home on wheels and then there are the fifteen or so cardboard boxes loaded with necessities that haven't yet been packed into Thelma Lou's nooks and crannies. Like my fuchsia chiffon scarf and matching hat.,I mean, you have to be organized and,prioritize on adventures such as this! Ha!
The little fridge in our new home will hold maybe a half carton of milk, a few eggs, a package,of hot dogs, two chicken wings and a partridge...oh, I got off track. Being bi-polar does that to you. And the ADD doesn't help.
I figure we can store stuff in the small oven and the microwave since they won't be used that much. I found a nifty jewelry organizer with 36 pockets that fits over the door in the bathroom to hold little goodies like hairbrushes and combs and toothbrushes, aspirin, band aids etc. when I was working in the mortgage industry, I picked up these cool little give always at trade shows. Things like tiny sewing kits, small bottles of Purell Hand Sanitizer, stress balls, little nail files, etc. they'll all fit cozily into my nifty jewelry hanger.
I have a smaller hanger for make-up, which I rarely wear anymore but once in a blue moon, when we do go out to eat, I want to look more presentable than I usually am. Arby's just loves it when I show up wearing my bling jeans and fancy hats. We be talkin' stylin' here, folks!!
In the trailer, we have two closets...if you can call them that...with a short tension rod to hang our clothes. I bought plastic containers for underwear, shorts, jeans and socks. We'll have to wait and see how this all pans out.
Our main concern now is where to place the kitty litter box. Oscar has partly taught himself to use the potty but he can't get the hang of the floor pedal handle. That will come,in time. Maybe in the next twelve years.
The dogs have been on the road with us before and,other than barking, they usually do pretty well with travel. Right now they are shedding like crazy from the stress of seeing us stressed.
I do have a few glass items I refuse to leave behind so these will have to be wrapped and re-wrapped throughout our travels. I want to get a sign made that says WELCOME TO THE THELMA LOU...YOU ONLY,LIVE,ONCE. Well, in this life time anyway.
Maybe next time, we'll come back with enough wealth to buy one,of those humongous motor homes that are,like a mansion on wheels. But for now, we're quite content with our 30' set up complete with queen size bed ( it takes up the whole room, but who cares?) As long as whichever park has an escape route for hurricane season...and for me when Bob aggravates the piss out of me...we'll do quite fine.
Onward and upward.
To be continued.
Signing off,
Rosemary Hoffman Lynn
Today is Tuesday, August 25, 2015. After a rocky start, we are finally a seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I mean, not the light, as in when you die and you go to that magical bright spot where all four of your relatives and friends are waiting for you! (the others are busy partying or in hell, one or the,other!) no, this light shines bright inside the home you've called your own for 3-1/2 years and damn, how can two people and three fur babies accumulate so much junk anyway!
So, we donated fifteen bags of stuff to Goodwill ( and for the life of me, I can't remember one thing in those bags. See how important all'of your junk is! Ha!) and we've completely filled a 10X10 storage place with everything from a few family antiques to boxes of patterns and material which I hope someday to sew into wearable garments. Not holding my breath on that one. Other stuff has already been neatly arranged in our new home on wheels and then there are the fifteen or so cardboard boxes loaded with necessities that haven't yet been packed into Thelma Lou's nooks and crannies. Like my fuchsia chiffon scarf and matching hat.,I mean, you have to be organized and,prioritize on adventures such as this! Ha!
The little fridge in our new home will hold maybe a half carton of milk, a few eggs, a package,of hot dogs, two chicken wings and a partridge...oh, I got off track. Being bi-polar does that to you. And the ADD doesn't help.
I figure we can store stuff in the small oven and the microwave since they won't be used that much. I found a nifty jewelry organizer with 36 pockets that fits over the door in the bathroom to hold little goodies like hairbrushes and combs and toothbrushes, aspirin, band aids etc. when I was working in the mortgage industry, I picked up these cool little give always at trade shows. Things like tiny sewing kits, small bottles of Purell Hand Sanitizer, stress balls, little nail files, etc. they'll all fit cozily into my nifty jewelry hanger.
I have a smaller hanger for make-up, which I rarely wear anymore but once in a blue moon, when we do go out to eat, I want to look more presentable than I usually am. Arby's just loves it when I show up wearing my bling jeans and fancy hats. We be talkin' stylin' here, folks!!
In the trailer, we have two closets...if you can call them that...with a short tension rod to hang our clothes. I bought plastic containers for underwear, shorts, jeans and socks. We'll have to wait and see how this all pans out.
Our main concern now is where to place the kitty litter box. Oscar has partly taught himself to use the potty but he can't get the hang of the floor pedal handle. That will come,in time. Maybe in the next twelve years.
The dogs have been on the road with us before and,other than barking, they usually do pretty well with travel. Right now they are shedding like crazy from the stress of seeing us stressed.
I do have a few glass items I refuse to leave behind so these will have to be wrapped and re-wrapped throughout our travels. I want to get a sign made that says WELCOME TO THE THELMA LOU...YOU ONLY,LIVE,ONCE. Well, in this life time anyway.
Maybe next time, we'll come back with enough wealth to buy one,of those humongous motor homes that are,like a mansion on wheels. But for now, we're quite content with our 30' set up complete with queen size bed ( it takes up the whole room, but who cares?) As long as whichever park has an escape route for hurricane season...and for me when Bob aggravates the piss out of me...we'll do quite fine.
Onward and upward.
To be continued.
Signing off,
Rosemary Hoffman Lynn
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