Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch….

Lookin’ Out My Back Door — Creedence Clearwater Revival

 

Actually just got home from a week of camping in Kentucky, and boy, am I glad I’m home.

Kentucky was beautiful. Camping was beautiful. But some of the details in the middle left a lot to be desired … like two broken springs on our camper in Indiana and a blown transmission in Kentucky.

The broken springs were from one of Indiana’s wonderful potholes  It jarred the camper so much the pantry broke open and a bottle of syrup spilled every drop onto the floor, mixing wonderfully with a broken jar of steak seasoning and pink packets of Sweet n Low.

The transmission blew while we were visiting a bourbon distillery, Fortunately we were parked in a parking lot, and were finally  maneuvered/towed to a local transmission shop for a multi thousand dollar fix.

I guess you can say I’m lucky these disasters didn’t happen while on a busy highway or out in the middle of nowhere. That we weren’t in an accident or broke down in the middle lane of the busy highway. That we were able to call local services and they were wonderful in getting us back on the road.

I just sometimes think the dark faerie follows me around sometimes, spreading sticky black pixey dust on my path. Like in math, I don’t do well being tested. Especially on things I know nothing about. Springs and transmissions mean the same to me as quasars and armadillos — I’ve heard of them but know nothing else except their name.

My husband says people are of two sorts — the glass is half full, or the glass is half empty. I am trying to be a half full kinda gal — it makes for an easier, lighter life.

But I say — some days I’m lucky to have a glass at all!