You know what it takes to plan a cross-country road trip: make sure the vehicle is up to snuff mechanically, plan a route, get the timing down (when to leave, when to stop and overnight, etc), figure out what to bring (food, snacks, tools, sleeping bags, clothes, etc.), check the weather, pack a lot of patience. Coordinate with the other ambitious pair driving out to CA. Let the kids know where you are. Make sure someone is around to feed the animals.
Best laid plans.
And that’s all fine and dandy until the Universe decides you’re not supposed to go to Portola, CA this month.
I can say I’ve been to Nebraska. Hillier than I thought it was. Of course, we never even made it halfway through the state. And there are some super nice people there.
On the bright side, we made it back home just fine the next day. But boy, that one day of travel was one helluva day. Didn’t have that one on my bingo card.
(Yes, I know what you’re thinking, you want me to give all the details. Considering we’re still working on figuring all the bits and pieces out, and Hubs’s paranoia, I’ll have to keep it vague, but I’ll bet you all can guess what happened.)
And we’re down a vehicle. (See, told you you’d guess what happened. And no, no one got hurt. Sooo grateful for that!)
You know how stressful stuff like that can be. Reminded hubs and me that we work pretty well together when shit hits the fan, or the Universe sends you a sign you cannot ignore. Yes, Universe, we got the message. We cancelled our trip. Happy now?
Oh, and note to self: travel during the week, because stuff is closed after noon on a Saturday in small towns in Nebraska.
Anyhow, I wonder if my Muse was disappointed he didn’t get to write my post today. Maybe he can do it next week. 😀
I did go back to work since I was home (rather than take the whole week off like I’d originally planned), which actually was good because we’re down two team members (out of 5) right now. My son was happy he got to take the cat to the vet to get it spayed (instead of flying out to Reno), which worked out because he and my husband then continued on another adventure to find a rust-free replacement vehicle for the next road trip to CA, because my SIL and BIL figure this won’t be the last one. There’s still stuff to do at my deceased BIL’s place before all the estate stuff can be finalized.
Not sure who’s going to drive out with hubs on that trip. Maybe I jinxed it; the last two times he drove out there I wasn’t along.
Hmmm.
Back to the routine. Writing is always on my to-do list. This week I’ll start laying out the garden and get things planted. Another gardening season awaits!
Keep writing!
Facets of a Muse 
May 20, 2023 at 6:20 am
What a time! I’m so sorry all of this happened, Julie! The big thing – the important thing – is that you’re safe. Disappointed, of course; exhausted and stressed, no doubt. But safe, and with a bunch of stories to tell when you’re ready. Hope this week is more restful for you.
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May 27, 2023 at 5:23 am
Yes, I keep thinking of how grateful I am that things weren’t worse.
Thanks, Margot!
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May 28, 2023 at 8:50 pm
First, I’m glad you’re okay! Second, so sorry.
Third, funny how you blame stuff on the universe too. Me: I get it, universe! I won’t go back to jiu-jitsu! Fourth: I wish I had kitten therapy. 😦
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May 29, 2023 at 1:02 pm
Thanks! Oh no, no more jiu-jitsu?! Okay, I’ll go and catch up with your blog 😀 😀
Kitten therapy is awesome! Unfortunately, the cuddly kitties live with my son (though we’ve threatened to kitty-nap Nyx. She’d love it at our place!
Write on, Betsy!
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