If there were actually such a thing as reincarnation, I think I was probably a pioneer wife in a prior life. When my husband came home and said, “Load up the wagon, woman. We are moving West” I would not have batted an eye. I would have just thought, “what the heck” and rounded up the kids and dogs, packed them into a wagon with a few personal items, greased the wheels on the wagon, and had dinner waiting while my man finished work on the farm. Then when my man said, “You know, I think the West is not for us. Lets turn south at the Platte.” I would have thought, “Why not?” Then again, maybe I would have been a black-widow woman killing off husbands for the heck of it.
I am trying to get us ready for a few days of vacation and a family reunion in NM. Yesterday I took the truck into Wal Mart to do some last minute shopping and get the oil changed in the truck. We are taking the truck because Toby wants to take his motorcycle. One of the items I had to buy at WM was some JB Weld to fix a leak in the motorcycle’s gas tank. Turns out the tank had to be fixed with something else which will take longer to set-up so we may not take the bike after all. Now are we taking the truck? If we take the Toyota, I need to take it to Lawton to have the oil changed in it and the spark plugs replaced. The Toyota would be cheaper on gas and it already had a jillion miles on it. Toby said he would decide and call me (hasn‘t happened yet). I need to pack for the trip along with several other things before we take off tomorrow morning. That is another thing - we were planning on leaving this afternoon and driving to Lubbock to see Toby’s mom, but now Toby thinks it would be better to go through Lubbock on the way home from NM. I think that means we will not leave here until Thursday morning, go through Lubbock on Monday and get home on Tuesday. But will we really come home through Lubbock? I am suppose to get the new tags for the Caddy which we gave my mother-in-law. Should I mail them or just take them with me?
If all of this sounds confusing, it is really not so bad. After 30 years of marriage, it is almost expected. I just try to be ready for whatever change the wind brings. Although, this morning as Toby was leaving for work, he said, “By the way, the man is coming to install the new barn doors.” I am sure he had this information yesterday, but only remembered to tell me this morning. My eye began to twitch and the black-widow woman came to mind. At least he remembered to tell me, and I won’t be caught in my nightgown again and the door-man thinking, “Does that woman ever get dressed?”