The Wandering Widow-Day 2

I talk to my dead husband as I drive down the highway.


"Are you seeing these colors?" I ask. "Have we been on this highway before?"

"This is eagle country I think. Can you have an eagle fly by? "

"Did I miss the turn-off? "

" Does the car sound funny to you?" 

"Is that ice? Am I driving on ice?"

"Should I buy that necklace from that nice Navajo man?"

"Can you believe how beautiful it is here?

It was a four-hour drive and not once did he answer me, so I figured he couldn't hear me. Then, a magnificent, giant golden eagle, the glitter on his wings sparkling in the sun swooped in front of the car and I laughed.

He heard me.

 

Day 9- Zen and the Art of RV Maintenance

Reality comes to roost on your doorstep even when one is a master at putting his head in the sand.

 This reality happens once a week when motor- home maintenance should be a priority. When your domicile has an engine and many other parts necessary are confined to a very small place, one should be diligent. Because there is no place to hide if something goes wrong. I must admit to being somewhat less than diligent in more ways than I care to delineate.

 I do start the engine once a week and walk around the vehicle. My wife is not so sure that this constitutes proper maintenance.

But it did afford me time for relaxing at the beach. Mark off another day of enjoyment!