Lots to do before we leave for a four-day camp out. I’m packed–and well-organized–but the other three ladies needed “a meeting” to discuss (and re-discuss) details. We’ve all been RVers (seasoned travelers); it surprises me that there is so much indecision. Unfortunately, that’s what happens when we get old?!?!

This morning I packed my summer skirts (nine) and blouses. Now, instead of bright colors, I’ll wear brown, gray, and black.

There was a special trip to Livingston to buy gasoline, get the car washed, return items… and buy items at Walmart. For this trip, I bought bottled water. (At home, I filter my water. ) I’m taking instant oatmeal for breakfast–and will share, of course. I don’t know what “they” will be serving but I’m not fond of “big breakfasts.” Practically every lunch and evening meal is scheduled at a restaurant.  Wednesday night is a potluck and I’m prepared with Bush’s Baked Beans and my crock pot. I have a lot of snack items, too (for “them,” not me).

It’s 4:30 and the car is packed. I’m eating the last of the perishables so my refrigerator is almost bare. The plants are watered in my yard, and the yard of a traveling neighbor. Oh yes, I stopped and paid the rent on the mini-storage unit; I mailed checks. I think everything is done and I’m almost ready for an eleven o’clock departure tomorrow. 

Boring message, I know.