Scooter racing

Scooter racing
After parking for the night, we'll still have time for a little racing

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Road Rage Rita Returns

That's right....Road Rage Rita is packing up her bathing suit and will be heading back to the sunny south.  She decided that SNOW (defined as Sh*t No One Wants) is not going to be part of her vocabulary this year.

Regular readers will remember RRR as my 86-year old aunt who acted as co-pilot and communications engineer on the first trip to Yuma.  She is tasked with giving appropriate hand gestures to anyone who cuts us off or otherwise irritates the heck out of us when we're on the road. She's really good at that!

She was relieved to learn that another of her tasks has been rendered obsolete.  On our last trip, she was required to hang out the window, holding onto the passenger side-mirror, while I drove down a 5-lane highway in Chicago at rush-hour.  This time, the mirrors have been anchored so she's likely to get pretty bored, with nothing to do but count churches in the Bible Belt.

I predict that we'll be playing a lot of that f*&^(&* game.  And we're still going to try to get up in a hot air balloon.  I mean, you've gotta do something, right?

Monday, 2 November 2015

Catching up on TV and Making Lists

I'm a bad, bad girl.  I got back to BC in mid-September and have spent the past two months watching TV and making lists of things I really have to do.  Being a world-class procrastinator (There really should be an award show for that, but everyone would be late), I haven't actually gotten past the list-making stage.

Slitheen - Courtesy of Dr. Who
The TV really is an idiot IQ has slipped into the single digits, I'm sure.  On the plus side, I can hold a conversation for hours on what Kylie and David are doing on Coronation Street.  And, of course, I did find out the crucial info that Klom is the twin planet of Raxacoricofallapatorius (home of the Slitheen).  And how telling is it that I can not only spell it, but I can pronounce it.  Sigh....

As for the lists:  I have a list of things due, things past due, things way past due and things beyond doing.   I like to think I'm an adrenaline junkie and that is why I procrastinate - I wait until the last possible second to tackle everything that needs doing.  That way, I arrive at the finishing line totally exhausted and vowing to be better organized next time.  The latter involves (you guessed it), making lists.

Ah well - only one month to go and I'll be back in Arizona for the winter.  My sisters are getting the last of the repairs done on the rolling outhouse (the name of their RV) and will be staying there too.  Lots of fun on the horizon!  I'd better make a list of things to do.