THE LITTLE THINGS

---

Let me take a moment to share about the little nuances of RV travel. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been great, really. But there are little funky things that happen when one is living in a Recreational Vehicle. Take for instance LITTLE NOISES. I can hear the heat turn on and off in our Spokane home, but rarely think twice about it. In the RV it sounds like someone just announced, “Gentlemen, start your engines!” and the big race is on, then off then on again all through the night. They tell me “You’ll get used to it.” When the softly falling rain outside hit our roof, inside it sounds like someone playing a solo with their maracas in my ears. “You’ll get used to it.” Rings through my head keeping time with the maracan beat. And then there’s the little noises everyone makes when he or she is tossing and turning in the night. But when it’s Kai in the wee hours of the morning all I can think is, “Please keep sleeping, don’t wake up, please keep sleeping.” If one wakes up, we all wake up! I know, I know, “I’ll get used to it.”

QUIET PLEASE. Everyone gets to share in your bathroom time just because there’s not much privacy and you can hear everything. How about when the kids finally doze off to Winken, Bliken, and Nod land and I’d like to watch a movie? Here’s the headphones, honey, goodnight, and don’t wake the children. Right. Geoff’s and my most romantic moments together are when we play Hide N Seek with the kids and they’re quiet as mice and we just giggle at the table enjoying a sweet moment together not looking for them - yet.

DO THE SHIFT. When we’ve been driving for awhile and stop to make lunch or something. I’ll open the fridge or cupboard and “Look Out!” Either things jump out after me or things weren’t were we put them last. “A little sliding and shifting is normal. You’ll get used to it,” Captain Geoff grins.

LOOKING GOOD. We finally thought about using our deodorants after a few days of being on the road. The kids have realized that their pjs are great for day time wear as well as nighttime. And can you say, “Unibrow?” I thought hair growth was suppose to slow down in cold weather?? But our biggest fashion statement is simply us in Spirit. There’s something about driving up to someone’s house or parking downtown somewhere and stepping out of an RV that just yells, “The Clampetts have arrived!” or “Cousin Eddie’s here!” You just can’t help but feel a little extra special and cool about that!

How about the FIXER UPPERS? As cousin Jan pointed out, “Why do all RVs smell like spoiled milk?” “Because milk spilled,” my wise husband answered. You’ll be glad to know, Jan, we broke out the Febreeze.  We’re trying. Speaking of smells each one of us has had the thrill of either being locked in the dinky bathroom or locked out of it when you really need to go. Door knob issues. Add it to the “To Do List”. Along with the shades and drapes only working partially, the water heater not working at all, and the oven burning one side while the other’s not quite done. The joys of RV ownership Dad T. would say. “You’ll get…”

---

Photos

keep lookin' up
cause Jesus is coming!