Left for the great beyond today, Saturday with some destinations known while others have yet to impress upon us I guess I would say. All in due time.
The morning was hectic to say the least when you consider we were still packing late Friday into the evening almost early morning. Was a festive Friday with friends and family pitching in for the last minute packing, kids out of school for the end of the first quarter, preparing and eating food, which would have eventually gone bad had we not, All while celebrating my sister in laws birthday, Happy birthday Shanda Moon, and having a few beers and watching the Royals try and survive the ALDS a bit longer. Exhausted, shoot also forgot the festivities the night before at the Royals first play-off game- not an early night either and why at midnight, after everyone had vacated, we head upstairs. I mentioned to Tiff that so much looked to be left for the morning. She asks "how much time you giving us in the morning before you want to leave?" I say noon. Well Saturday, and noon Saturday, came like a flippin shot. Seemed just moments before Tiff and I were "game planning" to do just that - this was like 7:30am. I have to laugh at myself in hindsight as I recall mentioned to her that I was going to ride my bike and work-out first. Whatever. Never happened. Not a chance. Again I laugh looking back at such a suggestion.
Saturday events. game planning with Tiff, blow out the sprinkler system, run to 10,000 auto parts for a spare light I see is out on the rig, load all the bikes on the rv, printer and office stuff, all the toiletry craziness, coffee machine, toaster, blender (have to have my smoothies), fishing poles, cooler of beer, nose trimmer, smith & Wesson, etc etc. Back out of the driveway, meet up at school, to hook up the van, say last minute good-byes, yes....pictures..goodness, and the off-go. Then it hits you! you have left the dock, hit the highway with it type of waves and look at each other and say "we are really fricken doing this...I mean really!" un flippin real. Katie Bar the door. But ya know what it was also really nice just to get going. After the first 30 minutes wore off I was as comfortable as I have been in months. Time slowed down, noise slowed down, concentration and dreaming took over (yes I determined you can do both at the same time). The right lane today was one of the best experiences I can remember before. You see I rarely ever drive in the right lane. Who the hell would? Its to damn slow..right. How fast can we can there? no stopping to pee, fast food, go go go...so we can get there. sound familiar? Sounds so familiar to my/our every day lives. Race to get going in the morning, race to get through the day, race to this soccer game or that baseball game, race to get some food..you get the picture I trust. Get into the merge lane and then get into the left one as soon as possible.
Well as luck would have it that was not my day from the minute we left all those great friends and family at the school. It all dissolved away, though not entirely because you do think and realize the fricken cool people we have in our lives, Wow. Blessings out the ying yang. But again the noise did abate. it was really kind of nice just letting others fly by you, move out of there way, and their race to wherever it is they are going in their journey. Again not accustom to such a pace but it was nice. relaxing and therapeutic having just the last few torid weeks we have had. Shit two weeks? every week. Whew.
We are now setup for our first evening. Van did great, tiff made some egg sandwiches, we cracked some suds, walked the dog, friend from Iowa came to visit, still currently in our kitchen btw chatting like old times with Tiff (thanks for stopping in Heather! So great to see you and congrats on your engagement!), girls in their bunks chillin, while I sit in our bedroom, thinking of the day, drinking a goose island IPA, watching the Dodgers Met game, and writing of our first day.
I know it looks grand, and it was, but I am going to try and give you the authentic "us" this trip. Facebook, and I believe others would opine similar, never seems to crack the veil of exact truth. Not saying all the pics and memories viewed on facebook aren't authentic (they most likely are) but there are pictures and thoughts many care very little to share. I get it. On the other hand I want to be real and show you we are all broken at some level. we all have our demons, we all have our fears, we all have challenges, and inner dreams and why everything is not always a prestine FB moment. Heard it said once- honesty is not always synnonomous with truth. ...so in that vein I gonna give it the ol collage try and be truthful.
The morning was hectic to say the least when you consider we were still packing late Friday into the evening almost early morning. Was a festive Friday with friends and family pitching in for the last minute packing, kids out of school for the end of the first quarter, preparing and eating food, which would have eventually gone bad had we not, All while celebrating my sister in laws birthday, Happy birthday Shanda Moon, and having a few beers and watching the Royals try and survive the ALDS a bit longer. Exhausted, shoot also forgot the festivities the night before at the Royals first play-off game- not an early night either and why at midnight, after everyone had vacated, we head upstairs. I mentioned to Tiff that so much looked to be left for the morning. She asks "how much time you giving us in the morning before you want to leave?" I say noon. Well Saturday, and noon Saturday, came like a flippin shot. Seemed just moments before Tiff and I were "game planning" to do just that - this was like 7:30am. I have to laugh at myself in hindsight as I recall mentioned to her that I was going to ride my bike and work-out first. Whatever. Never happened. Not a chance. Again I laugh looking back at such a suggestion.
Saturday events. game planning with Tiff, blow out the sprinkler system, run to 10,000 auto parts for a spare light I see is out on the rig, load all the bikes on the rv, printer and office stuff, all the toiletry craziness, coffee machine, toaster, blender (have to have my smoothies), fishing poles, cooler of beer, nose trimmer, smith & Wesson, etc etc. Back out of the driveway, meet up at school, to hook up the van, say last minute good-byes, yes....pictures..goodness, and the off-go. Then it hits you! you have left the dock, hit the highway with it type of waves and look at each other and say "we are really fricken doing this...I mean really!" un flippin real. Katie Bar the door. But ya know what it was also really nice just to get going. After the first 30 minutes wore off I was as comfortable as I have been in months. Time slowed down, noise slowed down, concentration and dreaming took over (yes I determined you can do both at the same time). The right lane today was one of the best experiences I can remember before. You see I rarely ever drive in the right lane. Who the hell would? Its to damn slow..right. How fast can we can there? no stopping to pee, fast food, go go go...so we can get there. sound familiar? Sounds so familiar to my/our every day lives. Race to get going in the morning, race to get through the day, race to this soccer game or that baseball game, race to get some food..you get the picture I trust. Get into the merge lane and then get into the left one as soon as possible.
Well as luck would have it that was not my day from the minute we left all those great friends and family at the school. It all dissolved away, though not entirely because you do think and realize the fricken cool people we have in our lives, Wow. Blessings out the ying yang. But again the noise did abate. it was really kind of nice just letting others fly by you, move out of there way, and their race to wherever it is they are going in their journey. Again not accustom to such a pace but it was nice. relaxing and therapeutic having just the last few torid weeks we have had. Shit two weeks? every week. Whew.
We are now setup for our first evening. Van did great, tiff made some egg sandwiches, we cracked some suds, walked the dog, friend from Iowa came to visit, still currently in our kitchen btw chatting like old times with Tiff (thanks for stopping in Heather! So great to see you and congrats on your engagement!), girls in their bunks chillin, while I sit in our bedroom, thinking of the day, drinking a goose island IPA, watching the Dodgers Met game, and writing of our first day.
I know it looks grand, and it was, but I am going to try and give you the authentic "us" this trip. Facebook, and I believe others would opine similar, never seems to crack the veil of exact truth. Not saying all the pics and memories viewed on facebook aren't authentic (they most likely are) but there are pictures and thoughts many care very little to share. I get it. On the other hand I want to be real and show you we are all broken at some level. we all have our demons, we all have our fears, we all have challenges, and inner dreams and why everything is not always a prestine FB moment. Heard it said once- honesty is not always synnonomous with truth. ...so in that vein I gonna give it the ol collage try and be truthful.
The Slow Lane
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