Too much traveling

By Wednesday we made it to Fayetteville, NC where we retrieved our rig. Friends Tom and Nancy Dreyer manage the KOA there. It’s about mid-point between our two destinations but allows us to renew acquaintances with old friends. By Thursday, we retrieved Robin’s pontoon boat in Santee, SC but found we have some leaky bearings on the trailer wheels that are going to have to be fixed. I needed a post office while there in SC to do some mailing. Asking whereabouts in Santee, I was told to try but it’s hardly ever open. This just amazed me. We did find it by 2 p.m but found it closed for the day. Now remember, this is on a Thursday. We traveled another seven miles to Eutawville only to find this one closed as well. Apparently, working until lunch time is the norm down here and then they call it a day. It is no wonder the US Postal Service is going bankrupt. By Friday morning we were rolling down I-4 near Daytona. We had planned on staying at Wekiva Falls RV as we needed to get some work done in nearby Mount Dora. I had called for reservations, and was told their sites were so large they could accomodate our vehicles, trailer and boat all on site without having to store anything. Beware! When a park claims, ‘big rig friendly’, that only means they are friendly to you, not necessarily does it mean you’ll fit. Workamper Walt drove us around the park to a handful of open sites that were designated for us to fit. After about an hour of searching, jockeying the rig, running the tires over stumps and breathing in the sulfur water, we decided to procure our deposit and head for another park in which we could fit. So we headed west toward our ultimate venue at Yellow Jacket Resort  but found nothing with sites large enough to accomodate. We decide to bite the bullet and continue traveling until well after dark to our final campsite. We would make the two hour trip back to Mt. Dora at a later date in the truck. Driving for ten hours in a day is not my idea of retirement but we decided it was better to do this than to find a Walmart along the way. We arrived mid evening and Stacy, the office host could not have been more pleasant in addressing our needs. We set up quickly and sauntered over to a community firepit where we met with old friends we found here last year and were introduced to some new inhabitants.  It was great to see once again the sun setting on the Suwanee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Heading North

 I’m wondering where the days have gone. We’ve not done much of any significance in the past few weeks and now its time to leave Myrtle. I find not working to be quite expensive. And it’s not the lack of funds funneling into the bank account. It’s my contribution to the oil companies and department stores. I can’t sit still. Driving about ‘checking things out’ is an expensive hobby. And then my eye will be caught by a new golf course, a retail outlet that might have something I haven’t yet seen. And if not any of these I can always find something of a chrome nature that needs to be added to the truck. But a new diversion made it’s way into the foray just the other night. Neighbors Jack and Dottie invited us to a buffet on the Big M riverboat casino. We made the half hour drive over to Little River, boarded, and made our way to the dining room.  While dining the boat makes its way north and east through the Intercoastal Waterway out to the Atlantic Ocean. South Carolina laws prohibit gaming so machines and table games are idle untl we reach international waters. After forty-minutes and about four miles out, machines are lit, and an announcement comes over the intercom that we can now dole out our money. By now, Myrtle Beach is a tiny twinkling of lights in the distance. Traversing about the three decks we found Dottie breaking even, Jack to the good for about a hundred, and the Atantic an ominous and forboding venue on a cool and windy December eve. I’ve never had problems with waves rocking a boat but at twelve miles out, my shrimp creole was nudging my stomach, beckoning the bowels that they needed to come out. I could feel that swell of excess saliva. Walking toward the head, I noticed Robin’s pale face leaving the ladies room and I could tell that the Dramamine had no positive effect on her.  She wished me luck as she laid her head on a nearby table. For the next hour we wallowed in our misery until we were nearing the intercoastal once again upon our return. Jack and Dottie rejoined us once Dottie lamenting her losses and Jack reveling in his winning. We listened to a great cabaret lounge singer and traded stories. By the time we returned to the Little River dock, any semblance of sea woes were an afterthought. We spent our last full day here watching football, finalizing Christmas purchases, and bidding goodbye to our neighbors over a glass of wine. We head north today to visit with the children, yearning to get our hands on Xavier, and see how much the little one has grown in the last six weeks. Grandchildren do make adjustments to the wanderlust life a must.

 

 

 

 

 

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Choices

Everyday I make little choices. Some days they’re a bit more difficult. Periodically, they become major choices that have a greater impact on our lives with the risks and consequences being more severe. In fact, I’m always ranting to my children that as we grow older the most difficult aspect of our lives are the decisions and choices we have to make. As life gets more complicated, our choices become more gut-wrenching. And we make our choices, but then our choices as well, makes us. And we always look back, wondering what if. Should I have done this, should I have done that. And I’m reminded of the quote I learned years ago that regrets are better earned for the things that we did than for those that we never attempted to do. This thought process always causes introspection on my part. And as learned as I have become over the years, the wisdom borne of experience, I still find choices being as difficult as ever. And the wonder causes concern on how I have lived my life. There are still a few days that I contemplate our choice to become fulltime RVers, vaccillating to and fro and always coming to the same conclusion. Which brings me to an article penned some time ago by Bronnie Ware. Bronnie is an Austrailian writer and song composer, former nurse and caregiver who provides inspiration to countless numbers. For many years, she had worked in palliative care. Most of her patients were those who had gone home to die. She was with them for the last weeks of their lives.  People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. Never  underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. When Bronnie would question her patients about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surface over and over again. I would like to share with you their most common five:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

This was the most common regret of all. When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honored even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.  It is very important to try and honor at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until you no longer have it.

 2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that she nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.  By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

 3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppress their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settle for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.  We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

 4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.  It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

 5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many do not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

I have had my own regrets and I have second thoughts too numerous to count. But in the end, without the aforementioned knowledge, so far I’m not doing to poorly on my choices.  Life IS a choice. And it is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly, but choose happiness.

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