The circle of things have come….well…..full circle. I am once again slouching in a brownish, puffy chair in Starbucks. Although now I’m drinking tea and not a triple venti carmel macciado. Just three and a half short years ago I was sitting in a similar puffy chair in Detroit writing letters of love to a mysterious man named Mr. X.
Now, he’s sitting next to me at the long wooden work table, brows furrowed trying to make some calculations while drinking a venti soy chai. He looks like a punk rock mad scientist. For the record, I’m still madly in love with that guy.
It is our fourth day of non traditional living. Weighing both pros and cons, the experiment is a success so far. It’s really not hurting that our friends Troy and Heather have a house with a driveway specifically designed for RV’s. You drive right into the back yard and are hidden away by a gate and a fence. We asked if we could stay for a few days while we made the transition, but it’s so nice, we’ve all decided to extent the arrangement for a month. We have power, water and a fire pit that we haven’t taken advantage of yet.
I would have to say, the only slight annoyance of the transition has been the kittens. Yes, we still have them. We’ve taken to calling them “famine” and “death”. It’s funny, try it on your own animals….”Here, Death. C’mon Deathy, Death, Death”. For whatever reason, the cat adoption place stopped returning my phone calls. I got an email this morning saying that yes, she got my message, but could not understand my phone number. Come on lady, just say, “oops, sorry, dropped the ball”. Kittens are getting their shots and then going to the PetSmart adoptions center tomorrow….hopefully. I really do like those guys, but a litter box in the RV is a few steps over the line. Not to mention that they have started sharpening they’re claws on the couch. They do love it in there though. The whole place is like one big cat fun center. It is entertaining to watch them leap around the room.
Baseball season is coming fast. Andy like the last minute day saver that he is has switched into “ass on fire” mode and is working to finish the upgrades on the program before opening day (April 2nd). “Ass on fire” mode used to get to me. I’m the opposite. I plan things weeks and months in advance. I make lists and have ten variations in case any one of the ten worst case scenarios come to pass. I’ve learned that me “gently reminding” and “suggesting things” doesn’t really help. Andy has a time table and it’s all his. Since I’ve decided that no matter what, it’s going to be okay, and let him burn in the purifying fire of his designs, we both live in a better world. I’m not sure if you’re aware of it or not but, it takes a great amount of energy to control the whole world.
Things I like about staying in the RV.
It takes five minutes to clean everything into a pristine state. Although we have a few hooks to hang and storage containers to build before perfection.
When birds walk on the bedroom ceiling, you can hear the clack of their feet.
We don’t have a tv sucking our time and attention out of us. We thought we would miss it. We don’t.
I have the same feeling of when I was a little kid and built a fort. Time had a flexible quality and the fort was magical.
There are no house sounds (fridge, heater, air conditioner…)that you don’t really realize are annoying until you’re out of the house.
The outside is not so separate. The air inside seems more like the quality of the air outside.