Off Joe goes for another month. Two weeks that flew by too quickly. Yet, lord am I not a person who lives on their own best? lol It happens. We get the chance to miss each other…and chance to remember our unconventional lives work amazing and time apart allows an ability to be together.
In our two weeks we are often pretty tied to the hip, though, if normal everyday life together with no being apart for a month at a time we would each have our own things to go off and do…or I’d be begging his friends to come and take him for a time I am sure. If not have moments of fully disappearing myself.
Relationships. Living together. Living apart. Long distance of a sort. I am a person who enjoys my own space but I dearly love Joe and my time with him…just being near him. A balance, perhaps, of both.
We don’t spend too much time in our small living quarters of the RV so that doesn’t truly affect us too much…I mean, there is tripping over the dog (who also likes to lay against the bathroom door when we are in there, as if the ancient guard dog of the Chow Chow in him enters the picture giving him instinct to protect us…but truly he only blocks us in with his 100 pound body of dead weight and no matter how much you might “accidentally” tap him with the door he won’t move. Joe he doesn’t listen to very much (this is a lesson on both of their parts, more man than pup, however-any ex-military dog trainers out there who are good at training the owner when the pup is perfectly an easy to train pup?) but George listens to me very well…a rare occurrence when he tries to be defiant. And sometimes still with people over. But we don’t have that too much so exposure and work are key. So usually a simple word has him moving. Otherwise the small living of the RV grows quite large when it comes to being past the sipping coffee, reading a book lounging, or in bed together moments. Even the kitchen time doesn’t bother me (dog trained to sit outside of it-boyfriend, too, unless he’s cooking or helping). Much time is spent hiking, exploring inside and outside of cities, in urban area and nature alike. With and without the dog at times. Though, with the new jeep we should be more with dog…once the jeep is fixed as it broke on it’s first leg. Not unexpected. We bought for the frame and style and ability – rare type and the kind of on the list to add to Joe’s collection – if we were retiring the jag for some time in storage or with a friend we were not only going for necessity but for want.
I’ll be happy when our fast growing pup can once again fit in our actual driving vehicle with which we jet off to explorations and adventure while the large RV stays put in a location only moving at a more snails pace from point A to point B while the driving vehicle allows us to practically create a circle of sorts on daily (or longer) jaunts from that source.
A busy trip we had. It is spring-time. Much was accomplished and yet I swear my To-Do list for the RV didn’t get a glance. Oh well. Next time. And my month will be busy. We have some wiring work to do…not my forte, but ripping out the walls to make it forced is.
George has seemed to have two weeks of being a fucking teenager which reminds me afresh never to allow my ovaries to produce something that becomes a teenager.
With Spring comes herbs and my RV garden is starting. In travel motion plants. Eventually my kitchen window will be a kitchen garden, my desk a working clean and crisp garden (think bonsai and succulents) and the outdoor area we always set up…an extended living room with grill and lights and furnishings and yoga in the outdoors and now plants as well.
We shall see if I learn to be a better green thumb. I use herbs and fresh as well so much in tea’s and cooking that I’d really love to have my own. And the plants make me happy.
I tried having Joe breath them in and he’s just lie “ok” and me….I am like…”Don’t you just LOVE that smell?”
The differences of a Libra artist and an Aquarius builder brains and souls I suppose. Spring. New growth. New beginnings. It just fucking smells good.
We had more of a “get it done” trip but we still managed a lot of fun. It can be exhausting, though. And the days fly so quickly you aren’t even sure what you ate for dinner yesterday.
Speaking of eating, and herbs, my poor Joe got a lovely case of food poisoning yesterday…a day before a long drive back to the boat. I ate the same things but have been fine. Now…that is a time when an RV can get a little too small. Thankful for nice weather and my outside living room then. I made him some oolong tea’s with fresh (from the plant he scoffed at) peppermint and also added in a double punch with my dried peppermint and instantly he started feeling better. I fell asleep for a nap with book in hand and woke to find him trying to eat cashews! No no no buddy…here…have the saltines.
A man turns into a big baby real fast when his tummy hurts, letmetellyou.
My month ahead shifts from vacation to work again. Not only the writing, the platform, the marketing, the study, the events, the industry of it all but also finishing painting of cabinets, new flooring and other various RV works as allowed by time…and money. I will also explore Spring Time in the area I am in. There are gardens blooming (various beautiful ones to visit) museums, literary events and more. Hiking daily with my pup and my own working out/yoga because dammit mid-thirties. Travel plans for the next stops with several particular look-for’s (we are looking for a building for a warehouse and eventual build out-too many vehicles among other things spread out across the states that need storing, boats and vehicles that are projects that need working, we’ve decided that we need a location to allow us this…think Coastal, but share your ideas) I’ll be busy busy.
But, as usual, the moment my very silent guy leaves, the home becomes all too quiet in it’s adjustment. The pup watches for his master to return. I return to making my own coffee.