I realized a few days back that it has been over three weeks since my last post. All is well; it’s just that Alan and I are in the middle of a “refresh and repair” project at a rental property. Between that and dealing with snow storm after snow storm, there hasn’t been much time to do anything other than shovel, plow, paint, repair and shingle. Yup, Alan decided he wanted to re-roof the place himself, and we managed to somehow squeeze it in during a short spell of sunny weather. Notice I didn’t say “warm, sunny weather.” Let me tell you people, if you haven’t shingled a roof during winter in the northeast, you’ve missed a memorable experience. You also haven’t frozen to death which, I’m pretty sure, is what nearly happened to me. Thank heaven our son, Ryan, devoted a full weekend to working with us. If he hadn’t, we wouldn’t have finished before the next storm came along. As it was, it began snowing three minutes after Alan wrapped up the project and climbed down from the roof. Literally, three minutes.
The “refresh and repair” project is far from over, but I didn’t want to let Valentine’s Day go by without sharing a few thoughts about our camping lifestyle and the extraordinary amount of travel pleasure we’ve enjoyed throughout the years. Of course, you all must know that Alan is my #1 Valentine. I wouldn’t embarrass him (or myself) by going on and on about all of his finer qualities, although I certainly could. We’ve never been mushy-gushy about our love and this is no time to start. Instead, the focus is on a young couple who fell in love with each other and the great outdoors, and deepened that relationship with nature during more than 40 years of marriage. Let’s get to it – before I have to start shoveling again.
