The crew and I commit to northern New Mexico for at least a week.
I call Camping World in Albuquerque this morning and ask about a Wave 3 propane heater. The shop guy says they will install it, but they don’t have one in stock. They’ll order one, but it may take as long as a week to ten days before the heater comes in. Impulsively I say, “Go ahead and order it.” I inquire about a possible overnight stay at Camping World and he says, “No problem. No cost because there’s no utilities.”
Now I need to figure out where we’re going to live for the next week!
I visit Desertgate and Verizon today. Not very productive. I guess it’s time to accept the fact that there is a vast area of the United States, namely New Mexico, that is living in the 1950s, except there are no party lines or phone booths! And no internet, of course! An antenna purchase may boost a one-bar signal to a three-bar signal, but if there’s no signal to begin with, well, “too bad for you!” I am tired of dealing with this situation, so I think I’ll pout and maybe a better problem will come along.
The wind calms to a breeze so the crew and I stroll down to the lake.
There’s something about bodies of water, I have to get in! The breeze is balmy and the water inviting. Spike and I wade at the very edge. Bridget is at the end of her leash on dry land. The water is cool and feels good. I sit on a big rock next to the lapping waves and the crew settles down beside me. I think about a lot of things . . . the way you do when your senses are soothed and time seems to pause.
On the way back up the hill to the campground I’m hit with a wave of sadness.
Bridget prances around, this way and that. Spike and I, however, tag along behind her, not possessing her boundless, youthful energy. I try not to see it, but I can’t deny it. Spike is getting old. Even though this new way of life brings a happy brightness to his eyes and the alertness of his younger years, his face is turning grey and he tires more quickly. I can’t bear the thought of the horrible, inevitable day when we part. I resolve to make sure every day is full and wonderful for all three of us!
Today being Monday, most of the campers are gone.
I guess it’s time we left here, too. Going to new places and seeing new things is habit-forming!
rvsue
rvsue and her canine crew 