Dove Bars for Dinner and Other Confessions of A Lone RVer
Mari
Okay, ‘fess up time. I mentioned in my last post I’m home alone all this week, while Ty handles a remodeling job at our property in Twin Peaks (about 75 miles away in the San Bernardino mountains).
What is it with me staying up to the crazy wee hours in front of my computer… and eating Dove Bars for dinner? Ha ha, such insanity.
I have my reasons! Last night I did the laundry and needed to get more quarters. (I’m still not diggin’ this coin-op stuff!!) Off I went to the corner shop up the road, here in Desert Hot Springs, to get stuff I didn’t really need just to get some change.
Well, I browsed the entire store to no avail. (It’s one of those where you can buy absolutely anything… so long as it has a shelf life of, like, two years. Ugh. Okay, slight exaggeration. )
That’s when the Dove Bar jumped right up and out of the freezer and landed in my hand. Hm. Perfect for dinner. I really couldn’t find anything else in the whole store… honest!!
(BTW, here’s a pic of my current view. All these magnificent coaches are part of the SoCal Black Campers’ annual rally this weekend. Giant RV are showing off their inventory! These RV’s look like mysterious black stallions to me.)
You know, it’s always interesting to experience a break away from one’s significant other.
Much as I adore my hubby to bits, oft times sharing the relatively small space on board our RV tests our tolerance of each other. I’ve noticed everything seems to magnify on board the coach. Any seemingly minor irritating habit (yeah, we’re human!) is blown way up.
Take chip-eating. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Chomp. Crackle. Rustle. Rustle. Hey, I have sensitive ears - I like my tranquility. Thing is, there’s always a creative solution. I just pop my headphones on and crank up the music!
Oh, and the constant motion - they don’t call motorhomes land yachts for nuthin! Good job I have my sea legs.
I shared the Top Ten things I love about living in a motorhome here. Soon, I’ll post my counter list: the Top Ten things I’m kinda-not-so-keen-on-and-am-taking-a-while-to-get-used-to living in a motorhome. Ha ha. Maybe I’ll shorten the title. (But I can assure you, something to do with black water dumping will be top of the list! Sorry to be graphic; I did promise no-holds-barred!)
What do you think would bug you about living with your spouse on board an RV? Can you think of creative solutions to overcome challenges you might have?
Posted on: Saturday, September 29, 2007 at 12:44 am 
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