Tracy and I used to celebrate the first bit of time off work at whatever bar within walking distance had a special going on that day. Once we hit the road, Happy Hour expanded.
First thing we do when we set up camp is find the camp chairs, put together a small snack, and face ourselves towards whatever view we can find.
I didn’t realize I’d taken so many photos of us sitting like this until I accidentally searched “folding chairs” in my Apple Photos.
It’s remarkably relaxing to have this routine, especially after a rough travel day.
Sometimes we have our Kindles in hand, sometimes a deck of cards, often a local beer we saved for that location.
Sometimes Happy Hour is at Tracy’s preferred time, 7 pm, but after an especially taxing travel day we might start as early as 5:00.
The details don’t matter one bit. We always are together; we have our home at our back; and we have the country in our view.
My knee is doing well after surgery; I get stitches out today, yay! My leg brace is set so I can bend my knee at a 90-degree angle, and I’m walking with one crutch.
It’s been an odd week, though. I somehow ended up with a drastic haircut I had not intended.
Okay, “somehow” means I went for a haircut with Finn, but the hairdresser and I did not share the same language, and I was so busy focusing on my knee not getting bumped that I forgot to even look at my head. Whoops. An odd haircut comes at a good time for me, though, when I really couldn’t care less.
I also somehow ended up spending a day in the Emergency Room when I didn’t need it.
Okay, “somehow” means I was feeling weird (lightheaded, dizzy, sleepy) and called the nurse line on my health insurance, and they told me to go to the ER. So I went. CT scans, X-rays, blood tests, a whole day of wondering what might be terribly wrong all ended in nothing was wrong at all. Except the hole in our wallets.
I’m still undergoing tests with the endocronologist to see what’s up with weird, previous test results.
After so much testing, questions, new doctors, surgery, hospitals, yadda yadda, I would like to put all this behind me and get back on the road in a month.
Happy Hour is calling.