I once read a classic Southern turn of the century coming of age novel called Cold Sassy Tree. The story tells of a man whose wife of many years dies. In the story, the man marries his assistant within a few weeks after his wife’s funeral. Responding to his children’s outrage, he offers an explanation something like this: “I loved your mother with all my heart the entire time she was alive, but now that she is dead time will not make her any deader.” He is lonely he tells them and can’t imagine life without a companion.
Things are not working like that for me. Instead it seems that every day Stormy does get a little farther from me. The divide between us becomes more unbridgeable. My efforts to flood the chasm with tears in hopes of swimming across are not working. Plus it seems that the only happy life that I can imagine has to include Stormy as my companion.
I realize that my imagination is limited at this time. Surely currently unimaginable happy days are ahead. I have never claimed to understand the workings of the universe. Yet with so many kind people and so much love around me, I can’t resist hanging around to see what happens. Plus, I owe it to Storm to pursue his dream of spending at least one year in a constant 70-80 degree outdoor temperature range. In order to do that I have to get out of Virginia before I melt.
I am making a list and checking it twice...then adding more things
It ia my habit to tackle seemingly overwhelming tasks by starting with a list. I am not going to share my WHOLE “get the RV on the road” list in this post. I don’t want to frighten you or myself this early in the game. Item one for my list is for me to drive the RV. A harrowing 4 miles drive will take me to the closest road with actual shoulders. There I can turn around and experience the ever narrowing return to my parking spot.
My route begins with a very tight, ditch bordered turn from the gravel road of our subdivision onto a 1-1/2 lane wide unmarked paved Virginia backroad. After a mile of this curvy, tree canopied delight (thank GOD I did not meet another car), I cross into NC. The pavement changes to a bumpy, RV width lane road with no shoulders and a little more traffic. Steve agrees to come along as my coach and Shelia (both from the original Dawson Gang) agrees to be my test passenger.
Exercising extreme caution, I practice centering in my barely wider than the RV lane. Without incident, I make this 8 mile round trip. After a little see-sawing, I even manage to back between cars and trees into my original parking spot.
I need to take the RV to a shop and get some work done on a cupped tire and on the suspension. Before I make that trip, I must settle on a Jeep towing method and get it installed. I am not capable of using the flat trailer that Storm loved so much. I am considering a Blue Ox system with auxiliary braking. If you are using one of these systems and can offer me advice, please comment below (or contact me your favorite way).