Summer days, and the living is lazy. It seems I have done nothing but porch sit, sleep, eat, read, and do laundry. And I’m loving life (except for the laundry part).
Porch sitting is the best. Ronnie brews coffee and makes our toast, and we sit on the second floor porch of our 1875 Victorian home and watch the squirrels raid the bird feeder. After they get their fill, Cardinals and wrens take turns. We watch the cars and pickups taking people to work and kids to school, and talk about how it will be when I retire in December.
We are getting our RV ready for a trip to Alpine, TX, next month. We bought a car-caddy so we could take the Mini Cooper with us. We can ride to Marfa or travel over to Fort Stockton without taking our highway home with us.
We’ve been on short overnight trips in the RV, but this will be for an entire week, and we will be in the RV together instead of me following behind in my car. If we love it as much as we think we will, after I retire, we plan to trek around Texas to all 95 state parks. Although there is a man named Dale Blasingame who did it in a tad over 12 months (367 days), I think Ronnie and I will ramble at a slower pace.
I’m looking forward to Palo Duro Canyon State Park and Lost Maples State Park; they’ve been on my bucket list for at least a decade. And it will be nostalgic to vist Huntsville State Park and Garner State Park. I’m sure they’ve changed significantly since the 1960s.
There isn’t a porch attached to the RV, but there is a coffeepot and toaster inside and two camp chairs with our names on them. I’m gonna love being retired with this man.