Greetings Friends!

I can’t quite decide if the maneuver I saw today was one of finesse or just plain stupidity.
And no it doesn’t have anything to do with politics.

I saw a loaded car carrier do a U turn on Brooklyn Boulevard.

And he made it.

Granted, he was only carrying five cars so he wasn’t fully loaded. And it was around 11 am, so it wasn’t rush hour by any means.

But still. A U turn?????

Finesse or stupidity? Which do you pick?

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Well, the sleeping bags are washed, dried, fluffed, and mended. They lived in the living room until we decided to return them to the camper—no small feat.

The hubster suggested that I stuff them under the table since I could in no way stuff them back between the table and the bed platform. (Remember how I tugged and tugged to get them out?) But when I did a dry run, wiggling on my back to where I would be able to reach that area, I found that that was the exact problem.

I couldn’t reach it. The seats were in the way.

I was also reminded when I was all the way into the camper, just how little room there was between myself and the bed platform above my head and how little light the small camper door at my feet provided.

Oh boy. How the heck am I going to get those giganto sleeping bags which were zipped together even into the area between my face and the wood above me?

And then, where the heck would I store them?

While waving my arm around over and to the right of my head, I could feel a space between the counter and the covered stove top. Hmmmm. It had possibilities.

Thin possibilities.

I took what I could get.

By then, I had also figured out that I would need the hubster to feed me the bags once I was already in the camper on my back. After all, they were now clean  and line dried. For two days.

So, now I had two problems, could I stuff the bags into that space? And could I do it quickly so the hubster wouldn’t have to wait outside the camper door holding half the bags?

Actually, I did have a third problem: could I do this without panicking once the giganto sleeping bags cut off any light coming from the small camper door? Not to mention the AIR coming in from said small camper door??? Or the pressure from two abnormally large and heavy flannel sleeping bags pressing down upon me, making it nearly impossible to move???????

Last time I could use my leg and foot to move the bags outside. That move wasn’t going to make it this time. It was all up to the arms.

Too bad the neighbor didn’t have a remote camera in the camper. You would have thought I was moving the Sphinx by hand, by the way I was groaning.

I found it was the only way I could summon up the power to push the bags into place. And even then, they didn’t fit all the way. I’d say that 35% of the bags overflowed into the place where I was lying, which meant that I needed to wrestle a bit to get around them to get out.

And I did get out. And breathed a sigh of relief. And thanked the hubster.

And swore that next year’s end of season sleeping bag cleaning would be done in a better way. I don’t know how yet, but I have a year to think on it!!!

Have a wonderful Wednesday and be glad that this rain isn’t snow!

Love you,

Janet