Home again!

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After nearly two months on the road and 8100 miles later, we are home again. Sometimes it’s hard to remember where home is, as muscle memory sends my hand to the wrong place for the trash can and my mind imagines the restroom is on the other side of the room when I wake up in the middle of the night to use it. In some ways I didn’t sleep as well, and in other ways I slept harder than normal, waking up a bit groggy. It may take a couple of days to get back into our home routine.

We got home yesterday, then spent the evening with our son and his family, celebrating his and his daughter’s birthdays with a special “Texas Roadhouse” dinner prepared by Bree and Bryan. We brought the cake. It was a great day.

Happy Birthday to Hannah (6) and Bryan (32). A West Texas Roadhouse dinner, prepared by Bryan and Bree.

Our washer broke just before our big trip, so this morning was spent at the laundromat. We will be looking for another washer later today.

Tim picked up our numerous packages from the mailbox, mostly large boxes from the Pampered Chef party I hosted for my 60th birthday in September. Our mailbox owner asked if we could come and pick them up, as they were taking up too much space 😂😂. I did really well at the party! I earned a large shopping spree, ending up with several small appliances and some baking tools. I am so appreciative to all who made a purchase so I could get these fabulous birthday gifts!

Look at all those birthday gifts! What a haul. I can’t wait to try them all out.

Every time we travel, it seems our trip gets changed by a few days and locations. Robert Burns got this one right. Change is to be expected when you are on the road for nearly two months (or plan to be). If you follow me on FaceBook, you may have heard about our spaghetti sauce surprise, also known as the paradoxical pasta panacea, the frolicking food fiasco, and disorderly dirty dancing. Day two of our trip met us with a huge mess when we opened the door and discovered the pantry latch had faulted, allowing our spaghetti jar and several of its canned good comrades to jump out of the door, releasing the lid on the jar (the jar did not break, surprisingly enough), followed by several cans rolling back and forth inside the trailer, carrying the sauce with them. Yeah, it was a MESS. We were still finding spaghetti sauce two months later on the ceiling and other places you can’t imagine.

We got it cleaned up the best we could, and it is a lighter color, but red doesn’t mix well with white floors. Airstream agreed it was a warranty issue due to the pantry latch failing. This required us to take another trip back to Jackson Center Ohio, skipping a portion of our trip. I was surprised they agreed to fix it, as it is a very expensive repair requiring them to remove everything from the rig, replace the floor, and then put everything back in. We scheduled that for February of next year, as it will take about three weeks to repair.

Here’s what our before and after trip looked like. At least the first half didn’t change by much! Virginia Beach is saved in our plans for some other time. It’s always a little frustrating when we have to cancel reservations and try to find new ones, but it worked out alright.

Original Plan (clockwise)
Actual trip (clockwise)

“the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”

From a Scots poem by Robert BurnsTo a Mouse.

À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

Book Review – The Vanishing Half

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This has been an epic autumn. The color is amazing in the northern part of America (including Canada). We are still traveling, and have been on the road since the last day of August (see my last blog for more on the trip). We crossed the Ohio border earlier today.

Our journey did shift a little, when we discovered we needed to take our Airstream to the Mothership to have service validate our floor stains are a warranty issue. If you aren’t following me on FaceBook, you may have missed the Spaghetti Sauce Surprise incident. Basically, our pantry had a faulty latch, which came loose. A jar of spaghetti sauce, as well as a number of canned goods, came out of the pantry. The lid popped off the jar (fortunately it didn’t break), and the cans had fun rolling back and forth throughout the rig, carrying the sauce with them. It was quite an unfortunate surprise when we opened the door at our next stop.

We tried many ways to clean it, and while it is lighter, there are permanent stains that have not come up in spite of all our multiple attempts. Our next course of action was to talk with the service manager in Jackson Center, who identified it as a warranty issue. So, we reached out to the Warranty department at Airstream, since our rig is only a few months old. That’s where we are heading today.


Now for that Book Review. My book club read The Vanishing Half by Britt Bennett for our October meeting. I’m trying to keep up with the books even though I’m not going to be there, and I also send in a review each month. I will be there for the November meeting, and I look forward to it. I miss the in-person dialogue.

This is the first book I didn’t finish, in over a year. It started out promising, and I enjoyed reading the first 90-100 pages or so. The story was interesting, with the town of Mallard outside of New Orleans being something I have heard about but didn’t know much information about it. Basically, the black folks there try to “pass” as white, and they are light-skinned and easily passable. That part was intriguing. However, the author started introducing trans and drag queen characters in the second act. And it seemed to me like the author wanted her readers to believe that these relationships are not only normal, but easier to manage than one might experience in real life. She seemed to be comparing the passing from black to white with the passing to another sexual identity, but it is not a good comparison in my opinion.

I didn’t read the whole book, so I can’t fully talk about it intelligently, but I don’t recommend it. ( I did read a full summary of the book on spark notes, and it seems like the book didn’t get any better from there.) If I were rating the book based on the first 100 pages, I would give it a 2 or 3.

I took it with me every time we stopped at a cafe, park, or drove down the road during the month. I couldn’t get past the first 100 pages.

It seems like others in the group didn’t like this book either. Here’s the group review from our wonderful leader.

Seven of us gathered this afternoon to discuss The Vanishing Half by Britt Bennett.  We all agreed that the book is all about identity and contrasts. That the book touched on a lot of topics and was a great read for discussion.  All of us had a hard time with the back and forth timelines but we all continued to read on because we wanted to know what happened to Stella.  We found the contrasts always were black and white, Desiree and Stella; Jude and Kennedy; white people vs black people; Desiree who was poor and Stella who was well off.  In our discussion, R. and K. described how skin color does vary in the African Americans and how being “Brighter” is something that is desired in dating, marrying and their offspring.  We also talked about how each of us has hidden an aspect of our identity.  

We rated the book 7.3.


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!

2023 Fall/Birthday Airstream Tour

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For the past month we have been traveling around the country in our 2023 Airstream Globetrotter 27′ Travel Trailer. We set out on August 31st, and are still on the road as of this writing. We journeyed through Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, and then we crossed over into Canada near Grand Portage. We traveled east through Canada for a few days, then crossed back into the United States at Port Huron. After spending a few days in Michigan, we attended the 60th Swiss Festival Airstream National Rally in Sugarcreek Ohio. That was definitely a highlight as we were nestled right in the center of Amish country, camping beside an elk farm for over a week.

After the Rally, we went through Pennsylvania and into New York, where we are currently camping. We are staying just outside of Lake Placid, where the Olympic trials are held. It’s fall, and the trees have been peacocking throughout the past several weeks of travel. The weather has been magical this past week.

It’s been quite a journey. We have had our share of challenges, as well as beautiful days and experiences seeing wildlife, waterfalls, quaint little villages, horses and buggies, lakes, streams, and mountains beneath sunshine, fog, rain, clouds, stars, and a super moon. We have eaten some amazing food. We have stepped into four of the Great Lakes. We celebrated our birthdays, and I enjoyed purchasing some terrific Pampered Chef items from the shopping spree I earned after my 60th birthday party.

We have been shopping, washed our clothes, done the dishes, worked a bit, and completed every day activities we would be doing if we were back home. Every day life in the camper is better than therapy.

When I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer almost 7 years ago, we decided to do everything we could while I was still able. Experience nature. Draw closer to each other and strengthen our relationship with the Lord. We thought it might be a short-term adventure. By the grace of God the days turned into weeks, months, and even years. My energy has sustained me, and I am living proof that not everyone dies within a few months from MBC.

I recognize this is not everyone’s story (I have lost several friends), yet we must all come to the point of trusting God regardless of the outcome. I am giving God all the glory for longevity of life He has given me. Every day I wake up. For the ability to do this, even with the chemo and ongoing treatment. He has gifted me with an amazing team of doctors who, with the right cocktail of treatment, have kept me alive since 2016. My body is stable, and I have not experienced progression for quite some time. (I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012, and after chemo, surgery, radiation, and reconstruction I was deemed “Cancer Free.”)

So we travel. We enjoy life. We explore this wonderful country in which we live. We immerse ourselves into nature. We take long walks. When we are home we enjoy our grandchildren. When we travel in the right direction we enjoy our other grandchildren. Life goes on, and I am grateful to be alive!


À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!


 “It is good to be alive.

It is nice to see the light from the sun.”

Ecclesiastes 11:7, ETRV