It's Not The Cold and Snow... It's The Lack Of Freaking Daylight!!!

Tis the eve of the eve of Departure Day, and I feel like I'm in a Fifth Dimension. If "the moon is in the Seventh House, and Jupiter aligns with Mars," and we can find a few more ratholes in which to put "stuff," then Goldilocks, Mama Bear and Papa Bear will leave on time.

I can see why some Lazy Daze owners end up using the overhead sleeping area for storage. While there are plenty of cabinets for small items, the RV lacks for large areas. Perhaps newer models have addressed this issue. A keyboard smaller than my "baby grand" would help. Yesterday I ended up removing it from the custom lounge bench storage area I especially designed and built for it. In its place I substituted awkward sized inflatable kayak gear that wasn't lending itself to other ratholes :((.  Ah, keyboards and kayaks and "kitchen sinks;" what has become of my simple RV life dream? I'm a work in progress.

So we are focused, like bats, on the last few tasks... wandering blindly... aimlessly looking for what we forgot to load up or can't do without. We grasp at peculiar and frivolous items and tuck them under an arm... things like an ice cream scooper, or Charmin, our squeezably soft teddybear... just so we don't go in empty-handed circles. Thus, and alas, our formerly spacious rig now closes in around us like a muggy Mississippi night, and Charmin whispers from my armpit that I would feel better if I sucked my thumb. 

Do we need well over fifty movies, of which we will probably watch two, maybe three, tops? And what about that scooper? We swore off ice cream a long time ago; too risky to keep in the house with two Ben and Jerry addicts. 

And where to put an ostrich of a satellite dish... the one we need in order to watch our beloved Broncos, Cardinals, and assorted college football match ups that have BCS implications? Somewhere, Jeremiah Johnson and Thoreau roll over in their cold dark graves.

And then there are the twenty five pounds of assorted novels, maps and guidebooks that we are going to have all this time to read and study. Right. After hiking or biking all day, a beer or two, followed by a big meal, I'll plop my ass in that new comfy leather recliner we got at Target dot com, put my feet up on a footstool (also from Target), and be asleep within two pages, tops. Some things don't change on the road. When it gets dark outside, I get sleepy... even if it's only six pm. It's why I loathe winter... it's not the cold and snow, it's the lack of freaking daylight!

"Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars!"

Yeah, right...