Taking a Triip: Not Taking a Trip in Postcards 4

Slowly we pack. Most of the day has been spent inching our way out of home and into a motel. Good clothes hanging. Can I find my work apron? No. G packs his meds and computer cables together. Will we ever be able to find anything? Though I’m calling this a four day cruise on the beach, it isn’t.

We were off to a local motel, but they were just now very rude to G on the phone. After a brief break online, we are tucking into a cheaper Extended Stay up on the Valley rim. We are not alone; Imagine 400 other folks trying to find a place to stay for four days…all at once. If I weren’t mildly depressed by the packing, I’d find that amusing. Boxes, bags, and suitcases litter the house. If it might be going in our mouths, double bag it. Spices packed by drawer, and ditto my jewelry. We just bagged everything in both bathrooms. Simple. No.

I’m trying to remember the things we use every day. Coffee cups? I use a spoon and tall glass for my evening meds. Bowls for breakfast and snacks. Every time I think we have everything, I remember something else. Coffee maker? Grumpy is now empty and just waiting for the myriads of boxes and suitcases to fill him up again.

We double AA’s are off into the Valley with our AAA discount. Taking a trip?

• Himself: Booking an extended stay in the valley which is twenty bucks cheaper a night. I can get to work on the freeway.
• Herself: Packing the essentials in Grumpy and leaving Monday Night after he get’s off work.
• Tenting...so we, and 400 others, have to be out of our complex for 4 days.
• Reading: I packed 4 Gilman’s. Bringing Longmire videos.
• Gratitudes: Wonderful dinner and chatting with Monica and Dennis.

Last updated April 25, 2016