Friday, October 21, 2016

settling in

As luck would have it, our camping summer ended on exactly the right day. Wednesday morning was bright and sunny with only a hint of wind, and while it seemed that it might be a good idea to extend our visit by another day, the weather forecast told us otherwise. So, we packed up our villetta for the last time this year and made the trek home. We got the basics unloaded with plans to 'get to it' with more impulsion the next day…

Thursday was not so nice. A light rain fell all day discouraging us from getting busy. I did do a rearrange of the camper closet, purging a few things in the process. I unloaded the extra clothes that I had brought on board (and there were a few tall stacks - whatever was I thinking). Some clothes live on board all year so they stayed in place. I think I only brought in 4 loads of stuff. Incorporating everything into the house was challenging, and I'm left with closets bursting. The hard integrate is yet to come: food, books, dvds, coffee maker, etc. etc. etc. still to come in. Much of it will be stored in bins, ready to deploy next spring, but it is always a challenge to find places to store them.

Today (Friday), it is raining harder. Not much will migrate to the house today, unless the rain lets up a bit, but I guess that's okay.

Making the transition from villetta to house can be challenging, depending on how long we've been away. The longer we've lived in the confines of the camper, the harder it is to adjust. Our simple living quarters are somehow soothing. A large house full of too much stuff and too many projects can be overwhelming, sending the peaceful easy feeling scurrying away. There is always one thing to soothe the transition though - my lovely bathtub - about the only thing I miss about our house. A hot bath with bubbles up to my chin is a welcome pastime. Oh, that and not having to walk the dogs first thing in the morning. (I've indulged in two long sleep-ins since we've been home). And there is the fact that I can use water with impunity. On the camper we are limited to 49 gallons of grey (sinks, we use the campground showers) till we dump (moving the camper to the dump station  - giant pita) which means stretching out every dishpan for maximum use. The longer sofa in the house is nice too - I can curl my legs without forcing Carm against the arm on his side.

I guess there are things to love about both homes!

After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
~L.M. Montgomery,

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

last camping day for 2016

The yellow brick road was paved with gold and brown leaves, with the odd red highlight. Skipping down this fragrant path the leaves swirled around my feet, energized by the gale force winds that blew from the south. We were out for our walk in just t-shirts, the temp said 26C but the wind was gusting to 60 kph - hang onto your hats!

We took the easy way for a walk today: a drive to group camping area A, then a walk around and around on the grassy fields. We didn't want to go far as there were thunderstorms in the forecast so we wussed out and drove.

It is our last full day of camping for 2016 and I'm trying not to think about it. Actually though, I have a few things to look forward to this winter: a cruise to the Caribbean at the end of November, and then a month long trip to NZ Jan/Feb. By the time I'm back it will be time to plan out next summer's camping trips. I don't want to wish the winter away, but spending it somewhere warm is a good thing :-)

Yesterday, while the roast was cooking, it fell over from its tall position so that it was leaning on the edge of my roasting pan… resulting in a large dirty spot that won't come clean the regular way. Does anyone have any suggestions for cleaning the oven?

The wind continued to rise as the afternoon wore on. I think I can see some rain on the horizon so we'll be closing the door soon. Our last day had the makings of an historical one with these temps but the wind was winters tendrils slashing through the heat.

Monday, October 17, 2016

let us be greatful

Playing house in the camper, where nothing is pressing and even the cleaning is small and easy to do is a fun way to spend  a cloudy, cool October day (or any day for that matter). My little vacuum whips around in no time, and the floors get a quick wipe with dampened paper towels. My little fake fireplace flickers and the satellite reels off some ancient tunes from the 70s. I dance around on the hardwood floor. Today is special though - after years of not using the little propane oven it is on duty. I have a playhouse sized prime rib which will be just big enough for two. The yorkshire batter is ready. Fake mashed potatoes and canned green beans will round out the meal.

I just checked on the oven temp and got a face full of cooking meat smell. Is there anything that smells so good as a cooking roast beef? Especially for this mostly vegan eater. (at least I say mostly, these days it is occasionally vegan, more in my mind than practice). Oh my, I can hardly wait for supper!

It was supposed to be sunny today, but Mother Nature didn't cooperate. But that's okay. This morning we had our first pooptastophe since we started camping 9 years ago. It was a perfect storm: camper forcing us off the road, dogs desperate to poo, me picking it up, camper stopped beside us and a barking dog stuck its head out the window. Well, the bag in my hand got scraped by Spike's leash and wham, yuck. Luckily I didn't notice some of it until we got back to camp or I would have been freaking out the whole way. Good work for the jet setting on the hose…

But back to supper.

… later… roast is out of the oven resting while the yorkshire cooks. I can’t even begin to describe how good it smells in here :-)

… later still… ummmmm.

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
~Marcel Proust