Fixin’ to get started…
In my last post here I began to describe my post-work road trip adventure which I named #OperationTakeAMinute. Getting to the nuts and bolts of actually leaving took a little more time and preparation than I had originally planned, but trips often start with a hitch or two. So mostly I was able to roll with the unforeseen events as they unfolded.
My first task was to empty Patsy, my car, completely. I had carried so much stuff back and forth to work for so long that it was imperative that I remove everything and start with a clean slate for packing. So I took an afternoon and a couple of storage bins, and set about loading the bins and hauling them into the house. After this I washed and vacuumed Patsy and got her looking and feeling pretty spiffy. No longer could she be described as The HoarderMobile…at least, for now!
Usually when we take trips, we drive my husband Jeff’s car, which is always less cluttered than my own. As a result, packing up the car is usually an easy and well-organized task. My trip, by myself, in my car, was a bit different. First of all, I needed to get Patsy serviced, including addressing a safety recall on her front passenger airbag. No big deal, I reasoned, and it was important for her to be safe and road ready. The dealership that had to replace the airbag, however, neglected to inform me that this would be at least a twenty-four hour turnaround, which meant not only a delay in packing, but that I would also have to drive a LOANER. For the record, it makes me twitchy and anxious to drive any car other than my own, including my sweet husband’s. I am sure it’s a control issue on my part. Deep breaths…still plenty of time to pack.
A pause in the process happened the night before I was to hit the road, and a somber reminder of how short life is, and how important the people are who make up our circles. The Sunday before road trip time, I received a call from a college friend and classmate named Kim, asking if I could sing for her husband’s memorial service on Thursday evening. Her husband, Dave, was also a friend and classmate from school, and to learn of his passing was a shock for all of us. Kim asked another of our schoolmates, Keith, to preach the service, which turned into a mini-reunion, bringing smiles, hugs, tears, memories and gratitude for Dave’s life, talent and legacy. At the conclusion of the service I drove home knowing that packing up the car was not a priority for the rest of the night. I would load up in the morning. And I did, and that was fine.
Friday morning came and I was literally throwing stuff into my suitcase (and overnight bag and plastic bags from Walgreens) and into the car. This is NOT how I typically prepare for a trip! But I felt reasonably sure I had everything I needed, even if I was not precisely sure where it all was. I had time to reorganize while I was on the road and if I truly needed something I didn’t pack, I could buy it. So after a quick visit with my cousins Alan and Susan, their daughter Katelyn, and HER brand new daughter Breann, I was ready to hit the road for real. #OperationTakeAMinute was off and running on Friday, February 8, 2019…and so was I.