What? Another Holiday??

No, it's not New Years yet, it's BOXING DAY!!  I could have used that holiday BEFORE Christmas when I was looking for boxes to be used for gifts.  Instead, it's the day AFTER Christmas, when tradesmen went around collecting Christmas boxes full of money as thanks for good service throughout the year.  Who knew?  Certainly not me.

There's some discrepancy about the meaning among countries, but that explanation is good enough for me.

Here is the quilt I gave to Miss Shelbi for Christmas.  It's the perfect color and size for her room.  Sometimes things just work out wonderfully.

As much as I wanted to sit home on my getting-bigger-all-the-time butt, I forced myself to get up and get going.  The Jeep hasn't been washed for at least six months.  You can imagine all the road dirt!  They'll need a shovel in the car wash to get rid of it.  She's now clean and full of fuel at $3.29 a gallon.

That's when I got a text message that Diane and Shelbi were in Madera buying chains so they could get over the Grapevine pass into Southern California to Legoland.  I know these ladies well, and trust me, they have no idea which wheels require chains.  They bought FOUR.  I suggested they hit the coast route and stay AWAY from anything white.

Their phone told them to take Highway 58 through Tehachapi since the Grapevine closed down.  Oh girls ..... that's even WORSE!!!  PLEASE take the coastal route.  This is what 395 looked like, with the pass finally being shut down under two feet of snow.  Thankfully they heeded my advice and went West, making it into Legoland 10 hours later.

It was WAY too cold and windy to be up on top of the motorhome doing my yearly wash-the-roof job, so I packed a few more boxes out and called it a day.  Perfect, since it was Boxing Day.  I have to say though, no one came by with boxes full of money for me.

I started today off with a bang, just what I needed at 4:30 am.  I reached for my coffee cup and knocked my champagne glass over, resulting in a lovely shower of sparkling slivers, sure to cut my feet if I moved an inch.  There's nothing like the sound of a vacuum cleaner to wake you up.

In an effort to be sure I wash the rig, I ordered a pair of rubber boots to be delivered today.  Maybe if my feet are warm, I'll be more likely to get outside and get it done.  In the meantime, I'm dining on lovely leftovers, minus the bread, and counting the days till liftoff.