What’s the saying? “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” I’m not a big fan of lemons or lemonade for that matter. But the fun just keeps coming. Although, I’m not so sure it’s really all that fun.
Tom is sitting here talking to me about our campsite for Saturday and the strange requirements. There are things like no potted plants, no coolers unless in good condition, etc. I asked him how long are we there. He said one night. My mind immediately went to the fact that we have Dodgers tickets Sunday afternoon. I briefly thought it was a night game, but no one ever plays a night game on Sunday. Well maybe they do, but not often. The gist is we wouldn’t make it to a day game by staying at the planned location. So, plans were examined, plans were canceled, plans were added. Plans, plans, plans.
It felt like someone threw a whole bunch of lemons at me, already cut and filled with lemon juice, ready to sting every open wound I had. But, here we are, living our best lives on the road. Are we though? That remains to be seen, three days in. There hasn’t been a day yet without something going wrong. I know, I know, it’s only three days. But if we keep this up, we’ll never make it to the end. Well I’m going to go and make orange juice. Forget those lemons!
I’m also going to start chanting “be flexible, be flexible” over and over.
I’m just glad it wasn’t my mistake!!
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