Getting Caught Up

After spending eight nights at our son’s house in Alabama, as well as a night going and a night coming home in hotels, it sure was good to sleep in our own bed Friday night! So good that I think we both went into a sleep coma as soon as our heads hit the pillows, and we didn’t wake up until almost noon. There really is no place like home.

We spent most of yesterday getting caught up with things. For me, that included answering a ton of e-mails and deleting even more that were things like forwarded jokes or political nonsense. I never open those kinds of things because I just don’t have time for them under the best of circumstances, and since we didn’t have much of an internet connection while in Alabama, they really piled up. I think (hope) I was able to respond to just about everybody who had a real question or comment, but if I missed you, please don’t hesitate to remind me.

Besides e-mails and text messages, we had a big stack of regular mail that came in while we were gone. Almost all of it was advertising flyers, political stuff saying “vote for me,” and solicitations for Medicare Advantage programs. That all went in the recycling bin, leaving maybe two or three legitimate items.

While I was busy with that, Terry was working her way through piles of laundry, taking care of some bookkeeping, and the 1,001 other things she does every day to keep our home and business running smoothly.

Everybody knows that Terry is a whiz in the kitchen, and like any professional, she needs the right tools to do the job. Somewhere around 20 years ago, when we were in Ohio for an RV rally, we went to the KitchenAid outlet store, which was housed in a beautiful old department store building on the Main Street in Circleville. While we were there, Terry bought a nice factory-refurbished KitchenAid mixer, and she has been using it on a regular basis ever since.

Over the years, technology has changed, and last year she bought our daughter Tiffany and daughter-in-law Geli brand new KitchenAid mixers. Shortly before our trip, she mentioned she would like to get a new one for herself, and I told her to order it. Because we knew we were going to be out of town, she asked that it be sent to Travis and Geli’s house in Alabama, so it wouldn’t be sitting in our carport until someone could bring it inside. As it turns out, somebody in the shipping department goofed, and they didn’t send the item because they had transposed the phone number when they called to verify the shipping address. When the mixer didn’t come, Terry called them and got things straightened out, but by then, we were getting ready to leave, so she had it sent here to the house. And here it is, all red and shiny and beautiful. I can’t wait to see what kind of delicious goodies she’s going to be able to turn out with it.

Some of you may remember that on our trip back to Arizona in May, I reported that I was having a considerable amount of tailbone pain after driving for about three hours. Since I spend many hours sitting in my office chair at home working every day with no issues, I’m not sure what caused it. We stopped at a Walmart someplace along the way on that trip and bought one of those foam cushion pillows with a tailbone cut out, hoping that would help, but it didn’t.

Longtime reader Arley Running suggested I check out the inflatable ROHO Mosaic Seating and Positioning Cushion on Amazon, and after reading the reviews and knowing that Arley has never steered me wrong, I ordered one. This was our first trip using it, and what a world of difference! Even after driving 400 miles in one day, I had absolutely no pain. At one point, I wondered if the cushion was really helping or if something had changed in my body to make it more comfortable, so I stopped using it for a while. I immediately knew that the cushion was making the difference and put it back on the truck’s seat. Thanks for the recommendation, Arley. I appreciate it.

And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.

Thought For The Day – I like older women because they’ve gotten used to life’s disappointments, which means they’re ready for me.