
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.

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!

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.


“the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”
From a Scots poem by Robert Burns, To a Mouse.
À la prochaine…hasta la próxima vez…until next time!