Looking easterly from the front porch of the farmhouse, July 26 |
Mike
and I are preparing for another great adventure. He and son Yancey are going to
complete the Colorado Counties Challenge – you know – where they get a geocache
in every county of the state. The plan is that the dogs and I, who usually “staycate”
during Mike’s travels, will stay with the family in Thornton. This idea has
been in the works since last year. “I’m tired of traveling the interstate on my
motorcycle,” Mike said. “Next year, I’m going to trailer it and you can come,
too. You could even take your sewing machine.” (I don’t think he remembers the
sewing machine part.)
Mike
is going on a trip, and he’s going to bring . . .
· His Dodge Dakota
pick-up
· His Triumph
loaded on a trailer hitched to the Dakota
· GPS (maps, cache
info, etc.)
· Helmet (and
riding gear, including rain gear)
· Snacks
(sardines, crackers, trail mix, and such)
· Clothes, etc.
I
am going on a trip, and I’m going to bring . . .
· Laptop and
devices
· Gifts and such for
grandkids
· My sewing
machine (needles, bobbins, thread, oil, scissors)
· Patterns and
project ideas (downloaded patterns printed and filed in a notebook, pattern
envelopes, pattern books, etc.)
· Small cutting
mat and rolling cutter
· Fabric (fabric,
fabric, fabric, and yarn)
· Sundry notions
(bias tape, lace, ribbon, elastic, Velcro, etc.)
· Annabell (the
Build-a-Bear)
· Shirley Anne (American
Farm Girl)
· Books in a bag
· And lastly,
clothes (If there isn’t room, I’ll leave my suitcase behind.)
And
of course, we’ll bring the dogs, their mats, leashes, dog food – and treats to
share with cousins Blanche and Abe.
Of
course, we know that Mike is going to use his motorcycle, but we wonder if I will really sew? It’s a lot of paraphernalia to go into the back of the Dakota.
Old rugs in the foreground as Mike cleans the pick-up |
In
the process of cleaning the pick-up for the trip, Mike asked me to wash the old
fuzzy bath mats on which the dogs ride. I protested mildly, stating that I
retired them because they were coming apart when washed. But I agreed to try,
and then I was so mad when I saw the mess they made of my new washing machine. As
Mike was cleaning the gasket, I lectured him on what I think about using deteriorating
stuff. “Let’s get rid of these mats and get the dogs something decent to lie on,”
I pleaded.
He
agreed, so at Costco we found these lovely memory foam bath mats. Mike put them
down on the living room floor so that Nellie and Bess could try them out. Initially,
neither dog would go near them, but Bess finally acquiesced. The cashier at
Costco said that other customers had purchased these mats as pet cushions. KW