Knew we were in for a windy day when I heard the eaves outside my bedroom window rattling in the pre-dawn hours. Brisk gusting northeast winds made flying difficult for even our backyard birds this morning. Our birdfeeder was swinging to & fro like an old boogie woogie metronome. I was glad I had taken our long poled wind sock down a few days ago. Kelly took down her set of ‘peace flags’ on the front porch as well. Couldn’t help but think it was a good thing we were not headed anywhere with the Motorhome earlier today. Winds diminished as the day lengthened & we ended with nary an evening breeze.
Needing a few groceries for the road we slipped on down to Safeway in Wickenburg. Another stop at TSC for doggy food & a last stop at the Bank Of America to make sure our $3 was still safely in our savings account. Affirming it was we were soon back to Congress. Stopped into Sarge’s (John & Jackie) to say good-bye until we’re back & see them again in the Fall. They have been a big help to us since moving to Congress a couple years ago. John is just one of those big positive thinking Jolly Green Giant guys always standing by to lend anyone a hand who needs it. Still a few more people to see before we leave.
Took the Motorhome in & topped up the propane tank. Added some gas as well & it was right back home again. Parked the rig in front of the house for shorter loading trips to carry out food etc. Since making the decision to leave this past Tuesday morning I’m anxious now to just get the show on the road & get rolling.
GOING TO MISS SITTING ON OUR FRONT PORCH READING & LISTENING TO THE BIRDS IN THE SAGUAROS
A SHELTERED SPOT FOR SOME OF OUR SMALL CACTUS PLANTS OVER THE SUMMER
It’s kind of like leaving an old friend behind. That is how I have felt these last 9 years leaving America’s southwest each Spring & heading back to Canada. And especially these last 3 years leaving our little place in Congress Az. It’s not a depression or gloomy feeling, just a wee bit of simple sadness. Most people miss their friends & families but for me it has always been the material things. The mountains, the deserts, our favorite places, taking photos of our backyard birds, quietly reading on our front porch, the sunrises & sunsets. I’ll miss my clear night skies & Pheebs will miss her big fenced in yard. We were just talking today on our way back from Wickenburg how much we like our Congress place & this whole area in general. I’m always a little sad when we leave our house in Bayfield all alone by itself for the winter & I feel even sadder when we leave our little old ranch style house here in Congress for the summer. I always seem to develop an attachment to things & places. Strange I know in the grand scheme of things yet I’ve been that way since ever I was just a little feller. Friends seem to come & go but things & places for me have a trusting foreverness to them which can last just as long as I choose to remember them. I am most comfortable with my things & places…….
GOING TO MISS THE BIG FULL MOON’S EVERY MONTH TOO
GROANER’S CORNER:(( I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult:
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8-year old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four-star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So, here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause "Tag! You're it!"