Eugene, Oregon: After the most boring, sickest (me, for six weeks), summer ever, complete with major house-purging and reorganizing, after only one summer vacation (cruise to Alaska with the kids), we are finally in our beautiful motorhome again and she is pointed south towards sun, fun, family, and friends.
The master bath in our house has been cleared of everything and anything except light bulbs. The contractor will begin right-away with demolishing the ancient two-by-two-inch blue tile. So long. Goodbye. Sadly, the tile still looks as good as the day we moved into the house in 1994. It is just blue, and so out of style/date. If we keep the house two more minutes, no doubt blue tile would make a major design come-back... like our brass door hardware... but, it's not going to happen.
We are remodeling the master bath in boring beige natural-colored stone and tile.
We arrived to the Magna Peregrinus (in her storage facility) just after noon today, having taking only two trips previously to pack the bus for a winter away. We loaded the bus with our last-minute belongings and the remainder of our refrigerator, and prepared to hit the road.
That was until we heard a big crash as the living room slide room extended. THUNK.
It's always something.
Someone, not us-one... mostly because we do not have a ladder tall enough to even peer into this situation. (Brian sent a text saying the awning cover needed a little tightening, a little lubrication, and should be a quick fix.)
Meanwhile, there is a lot of text-messaging happening between my phone and our already-arrived-for-the-winter friends at the Motorcoach Country Club in Indio.
Maricella sent a photo of a bus parked on our lot. Joann and John sent a photo of a bus parked on our lot. What is going on? Are you here? Did you get a new RV?
Nah, it is only fellow Ducks and good friends, Captain Jim and Mary. They arrived to MCC only to find their contractor a bit behind with their casita build-out, so DT suggested (when he saw them at the UCLA game last weekend in Eugene) they crash at our pad. Wonderful to be able to help-out our great friends. They kinda class-up the joint, don't ya think?
Mary sent the most beautiful photo, showing us what we are missing:
After arriving to Eugene, setting-up camp, bumping the satellite television signal (after not using it at all this summer), setting the radiant-heat floor tiles to "INFERNO" for a 30-ish-degree night in Eugene, and reacquainting ourselves with our RV, we met Elizabeth and Vin for dinner at Marché.
This past spring, Elizabeth told me a story of their eldest grandchild, Brian, telling her he always wanted to spend the 4th of July at their family vacation home on Cape Cod, because he loved watching the fireworks over the water. The next day, I saw this needlepoint canvas: There was no way to pass it by. The sentiment was perfect. Fireworks and a New England village on the water. I needlepointed the canvas in silk, making different decorative stitches on each building and roof. Elizabeth and Vin loved the pillow, and I hope Little Brian will rest his head on it many years while watching fireworks over the sea outside their beach house. My finisher turned the canvas into a beautiful pillow, and it was delivered to me last week. Perfect timing - twice - on this pillow.
Until my next update, I remain, your traveling correspondent.
RV PARK: Premier RV Park. I-5, exit 199. Large paved pull-throughs. Back-in sites line a small lake. Laundry, fitness center, club house, bath house, recycling, small store. 50 amp, free wifi. Pool in season. This park is very popular with RVers for repairs and maintenance at the many nearby RV facilities. A lot of live-ins. We are paying $56 per night.