Yesterday was like the last few, working on the new issue of the paper. I bet you’re getting tired of reading about that, aren’t you? As I get toward the end of an issue, it takes longer to make everything fit and I have to write the stories to fit the space available. The good news is that I’ve only got five pages to go.
A couple of days ago I wrote a blog post title Losing Weight, about the things we and other fulltimers took with us when we hit the road that we found we didn’t need. Things like too many clothes, tools, and books. So today I thought we’d talk about what we miss from our days in our stick and bricks homes. Not the people, but material things.
I’ve always loved classic cars, and before we hit the road I had a four car garage filled with two old Mustangs, a 1958 Chevy truck that had won trophies in car shows, and a powerful red 1969 Corvette Stingray.
I sold the Mustangs and the truck, but just couldn’t part with my ’Vette. It was a car I had lusted after since high school. When we hit the road I stored it for a while, and after we got back to Arizona after our first trip, I couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel. I drove it a few miles from Terry’s parents place to where we were staying, and by the time I got there I was ready to sell it. It had become just a car.
Now, I’ll admit that an old muscle car still turns my head as quickly as a pretty girl does, but just like with those pretty girls, I’m content to look and not touch.
But the one material thing I really miss is my hot tub. It was sunken into a redwood deck behind the garage and just steps from a door on the side of our house, and there were few nights, winter or summer, when we didn’t soak for a while. There’s something magical about sitting in a hot tub watching a million stars twinkling overhead, or with snowflakes falling on top of you.
Yes, lots of RV parks and campgrounds have hot tubs, but it’s just not the same. They insist I wear swimming trunks! What fun is that?
Miss Terry, who is never happier than when she’s cooking or baking, says she misses having a big stove with a big oven like she did back in our old house. She does a great job with the cooktop in our Winnebago and her Breville toaster oven, but whenever we’re at a Lowes or Home Depot she wanders through the appliance and gives the stoves the same look I give those old cars.
So what about you? What one material thing do you miss the most from your days in a traditional house? A car? An appliance? A huge screen TV?
Thought For The Day – I never hate myself in the morning because I sleep until noon.