They
say that each journey starts with a first step.
49 working days from now I will be retiring and starting my new adventure. At the moment I am in the process of looking
for a motor home. I want a Class A gas, 34-36
feet long with bunk beds, but am willing to get my feet wet without bunk beds
for now.
Why
bunk beds? I love my family dearly and
want them to take trips with me and with three little ones, three dogs and 4-5 adults;
it could get a little crowded. Matter of fact we have some awesome trips
planned already.
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| This is what I am looking at for now. |
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| I like the layout |
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| It has lots of room. |
They
say you will buy at least three RV’s before you find what you want. I just
got a text from a friend about their toad and tow bar. Got wind of a motor home last weekend and am going to go look at it. RV show in OKC is this weekend. Things are starting to come together.
I have my eye on this vehicle to tow behind the motor home. It is s 2013 Honda CR-V. It drives well and already has the tow equipment already attached and ready to go as the previous owners bought a 5th wheel and truck.
I have my eye on this vehicle to tow behind the motor home. It is s 2013 Honda CR-V. It drives well and already has the tow equipment already attached and ready to go as the previous owners bought a 5th wheel and truck.
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| It has a back-up camera. |
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| The car I am looking at. |
It’s
hard to believe that there is a light at the end of the tunnel of work. I can
ever so faintly see its glimmer. Trying
to get all my peas lined up for the pod is taking some time, but it is slowly
coming together. I feel I will be able
to get more done at the house once I retire.
Work at the moment just drains me. I have discovered that my best time to work
is in the mornings, I seem to be more focused
during the am hours.
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| Part of my Tastefully Simple Display |
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| The other side of the table display |
Sunday
was an emotional day for me. It was the
6 month anniversary of Dave’s passing and the congregation said good-bye to our
Rector. Father Alan Sutherland and his wife Judi, had been here for five
years and would have been here longer but they suffered a personal tragedy in
February and their lives were forever changed.
They both felt it was time to retire and move back to Kentucky to take
care of Judi’s aging parents.
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| Love a man in a kilt! |
Fr.
Alan is one of those rare people that if you ever meet him you will never forget
him. His soul is gentle and kind. He is soft spoken but can get your attention
quick if need be. His heart is overflowing with love and he genuinely cares
about you.
I
was there for his first service and his last service with nothing in between,
which I am now kicking myself for. He traveled through snow storms to come give
me communion in the hospital in north Oklahoma City, when I had two knee
replacements a year apart. His pastoral
care of our family during our time crisis (Dave’s passing) was heartfelt and was
above reproach. Here is a copy of his last sermon.
Dave
came from a Welsh mother and a Scottish father.
We were married by a Scottish Priest and I only felt it fitting that a
Scottish/English priest say the last words for him and commend his spirit to
the Lord with the service out of the 1940 prayer book which both Dave and I
grew up with.
So
it’s been roller-coaster time around here and I will be glad when
the roller-coaster stops so I can regain my balance. Then I can get on another roller-coaster…WHEEEEEEE!
Stay
safe…live well…
