Nesting, Nesting – A Month At The Spa
“Life is like a river, ever-flowing, ever-changing, ever moving on” Part of Buddha’s teachings
Well we made it to the spa and I’m on my own again. Sadly Paul has been called away to Florida on a family emergency so I’m left with the rig, the animals and 4 hot pools to keep me company for 3 weeks. It’s that ‘ol river of life that happens no matter where we are -> sometimes it flows and rushes on with ease, sometimes it gets caught on the rocks and all you can do is put on that life vest and hang on! As difficult as these things are, this probably couldn’t have come at an easier time. Sam’s Family Spa has an awesome monthly rate AND we’re within 20 mins of a good airport -> not a combo we often have at hand in our mobile lifestyle. So I’ve booked myself into palm tress and civilization for the next month, and will simply soak and wait it out.
This incident also serves to highlight why I always encourage all women everywhere to learn how to drive & work everything in your mobile home. You never know when something might happen that will leave you alone and at the mercy of “the beast”. This is the fourth time in 3 years of RVing I’ve been left to my own devices in the rig, and that’s not even counting Paul’s back incident earlier this year. This particular time I don’t have to move the RV (I did previously), but I still need to dump & take care of issues as they come up. Girls, I’m tellin’ you now, it’s worth knowing the ropes!
On the lighter side of life, given my history of Paul leaving & silly accidents I’ve taken the extra precaution of wrapping myself in 2″ foam and wearing a construction hat at all times. The place we’re staying is a quirky spot with personalities to match so my unusual attire has not so far attracted any undue attention, plus it doubles as a handy floatation device in the pool (the kids seem to like me). Despite this protection I’ve STILL managed to get myself into trouble (the day after he left no-less), by tumbling over some broken fencing as I was mindlessly waving to a passing car, scraping up my hand, pushing aside the foam and giving me a knee the size of a grapefruit. Amazing, but true.
Another positive development is my financial situation. As it so happens I’ve been selected by a multi-millionaire to get top-secret information on a new sure-fire way to make money by simply twiddling my fingers in the comfort of my own home (he didn’t specifically mention RV, but who am I to quibble?), plus I’ve been offered $12 million from a very nice Nigerian lady who seems to have no-one else to give it to. How did I get so lucky? Once I send all those helpful people my bank, insurance, social security, birth certificate, left arm, right lung and first dog name I’ll be on my way to certain financial success.
So as you see, despite daunting odds, my inherent clumsiness and complete lack of coordination I have the means and ways to make it even with Paul away. In any case, as we weather this storm I’ll be hanging out at the spa, nursing my knee and writing exciting updates on internet connectivity (this is a long-overdue post), some more RV tips and days in the thrilling and ever-changing life of Nina-the-single-spa-adventurer. Life may indeed be a river, but if you approach it with the right attitude you can still manage to enjoy the flow.