How Sweet Life Is

I am in bed. A real bed. I am sitting up straight and writing on my laptop and my head isn’t hitting the ceiling. I’ve been at my sister’s house for five hours and already I feel five years younger. Well maybe that’s pushing it a little but I certainly feel like a new person.

It’s been a busy day with packing up the fifth wheel, sorting out what we would bring for our three week stay over here, what we didn’t need and would go back to storage, cleaning up the place and then making the 40 minute or so drive here, unloading the car of our stuff, getting instructions on what needed to be done while my sister and my brother-in-law would be away, driving them to the airport and then coming home (it is a home) to unpack our stuff. I’ve been smiling ever since.

And imagine being able to look outside through huge windows and actually having something to see. A lake and mountain view with the sound of the water lapping on the shore sure beats looking at the front, side or rear end of another trailer and having all the noise and commotion from the skate board park, the pool, the busy intersection and the railroad track.

We got to wash and dry our clothes without having to go out to a coin laundry and spending a ton of change. Our musty damp smelling clothes came out smelling fresh and clean. We put our food away in a real fridge and it only took a few minutes instead of half hour trying to figure out how to make ten things fit in a miniature model that never really keeps anything cold. And one of the first things we did was get a nice cold glass of water with actual ice in it.

I walked around the house and up and down the stairs throughout both levels swinging my arms back and forth like an egg beater saying, “Look, I can actually walk inside and I can make more than two steps and I can move my arms and I’m not running into or hitting anything.”

I went online on my computer and checked my email without having to get in the car and drive off somewhere to find an internet connection. I made a phone call on a land line in the comfort of a chair instead of walking out of the park to an area where I could have better connection on my cell phone.

And then, get this - I got to take a bath. I soaked my tired old bones and read for a while, then I drained the tub, turned on the shower and, get this again - adjusted the water to the temperature I wanted. Oh how glorious it was to have a hot shower and to not have to hurry. No one else was waiting to get in, I didn’t have luke warm or cold water and I didn’t have to keep my foot on a 2X4 board to keep the water coming.

How pleasant it will be to only have to make a few steps to the washroom instead of having to cover our naked bodies and walking out into the night every time our full bladder demands our attention.

Park life was certainly had its ups and downs – an adventure of sorts, and I’ve learned a lot of things - about myself and life - and one of the things I’ve learned is that it’s often the littler things in life that make life interesting or that make it what it is. Little things like the ones I’ve mentioned above and like Pumpkin, sprawled out, relaxed, purring at my feet.

Oh yes, how sweet life is!