Road Trip in At the foot of the hill

Way back in 1981 I became a certified tax preparer. By mid-April of that year (and just about every year since!) I was ready to hit the road! It was time to make a trip to visit my parents… or my kids…. or just “get the heck out of Dodge” for a week or so. I still feel the call go some place, but it’s just not an option now. I miss the freedom. I miss my parents. I miss my kids. I miss climbing into my big car, pointing it onto the interstate and switching on the cruise control. I’d crank up the tunes and sing along for hours as one, two, or more state lines were crossed. W2’s, 1040’s, upset people were left behind and Spring flowers and happy faces were just a little farther down the road…. ~sigh~

So far this year I have spent one hour on my deck. I am hoping to get some fresh air the next two or three days. I need to do some cleaning out there… winter dirt needs to be swept away. Spider webs and bird droppings need removed. Chair cushions need a good vacuuming and the chair frames need scrubbed. We need to get out and buy a new little table. It’s still too early here to plant flowers, but soon….. (Just thinking about doing all this brings a smile to my face…and boy, do I need that!)

I have been doing a lot of reading recently. We got all the “devices” dug out and charged up. Between us we have 3 Kendels, 2 Ipads, and 2 laptops…not to mention at least 3 other laptops that we have ‘retired’. We also have access to a small library here in the building and my bridge friends exchange books regularly. A good read is never out of reach around here. In the last few weeks I have read two Pennys, two Kirstin Hannahs, and a John Lescroart. Now I am into a new (to me) guy: Nick Petrie. Not quite like a road trip, but in my mind, I am getting out of the house….