I realized I was quiet the month of September. It is unusual for me to be quiet. No thoughts, no words, no memories. It was a hard month. I was so desperately tired of politics, and it seemed to be in my face. I was still at our Missouri home with a sales contract that was about to expire. I was not going places like the past because of Covid-19. It was just a hard month.
Life, as we knew it, has not been the same since early March of this year. We sheltered in place in Arizona. We washed all our packages from the grocery store. We were washing or hands every other minute. All I could think about was getting back to Missouri to see our children and hope they were healthy.
We weren’t sure how to get there in the midst of a pandemic, and having a three day trip where we didn’t want to stay in hotels or eat in restaurants (if any were even open). Then Dennis got a stroke of genius. He decided what would work is to purchase a travel trailer that was small enough that his car could pull it. The only stops we had to make were for gas, and RV parks along the way. If the RV parks were full, we could boondock in a Walmart parking lot.
We found a trailer in April, and asked the dealership if they could hold it for a month so we could just pick it up when we were ready to leave for Missouri. It was quite an adventure. Our trailer was small, but had a love seat that fold down to a queen size bed, table with two reclining chairs, and a full bathroom, although a small one! It had a ton of storage, so we were good to go. We did find that the 2 recliners were pretty useless—first the bolts fell out of them on our first few hundred miles of driving, and the seats were too low for the table. We have since replaced them with 2 regular chairs, and it was a perfect solution.
We made our way to Missouri, and parked the trailer in front of our home—our home is in the country, so there are no rules about parking a travel trailer. We made a couple trips into the St. Louis area, and stayed several days at an RV park. We could visit family without having to stay anywhere but our own place.
Things weren’t much different in Missouri than Arizona. While Covid-19 was raging through the state of Arizona, it had not yet hit hard the middle of the state of Missouri. Because it hit hard in the city of St. Louis, visiting our kids was limited. They were wearing masks 24/7 outside their homes. They were wary of us coming from the hot spot of Arizona.
My grandkids ended their school year doing online classes. My grandson who was a freshman at the University of Missouri, moved back home to finish his classes. The university was refunding a good portion of their housing money if they moved out. By June, Jack and his cousin, Niki, were tired of being confined in their parents’ homes, and they ventured their way to mid-Missouri where they stayed with us for almost three weeks. It was so much fun to have them there.
But, that was not even easy. A week after we arrived in Missouri, Dennis got sick. I mean he got, “I cannot breathe sick.” It was scary. The really odd thing is that for three doctors’ visits no one suggested he get a Covid test. Finally, we asked for one and was approved to get it to day the grandkids were to arrive. I quickly called them and told them to not come until we got the results of the test. Fortunately, Dennis got the results in 4 hours, and he was negative. So, I called the kids, and they didn’t want to wait for the next day—they drove out that evening. I think they really needed a change of scenery.
Their visit was not like previous visits where we went places and out to eat. We were confined at our home. The pool was used a lot, they took walks in our wooded neighborhood, an we played a lot of games. It was a good break for all of us. Then they went back home, and I needed things to keep me busy. I started making quilt tops. I became a sewing fool, but it kept me optimistic, and productive. I am a project person, and I always need something to keep me going.
As the summer moved on, the political world heated up. There were demonstrations, okay, the most of them turned out to be riots. Cities were burned, people were being nasty to their loved ones for not agreeing on things. It was ugly. It made me buy more fabric and limit my use of social media.
I was fortunate to make a couple trips. In July, I flew to the east coast to visit my sister. To my surprise, the airport in Washington D.C. was a ghost town. I had a great time visiting with her and her east coast kids and grandkids. Early September Dennis I drove to northern Georgia to visit dear friends/family. Their mountain home was a great retreat for us. The rest of September was the low point. I realized we didn’t see our kids as much as we wanted. We didn’t see friends and extended family hardly at all. Our contract on the house was about to expire, and I just wanted to go “home” to Arizona. We planned our escape back for the first week in October. It was time to go.
Our house is back on the market, and we are getting really excellent showings and interest. It is looking positive. We packed up the whole house. There is nothing left but furniture and a few cleaning products. We traveled back with our trailer and stayed at the same RV parks we used going east. When we pulled up to our Arizona home, I felt like I was truly home. That was a good feeling. We unpacked our trailer and took a couple days to unpack boxes and find new homes for the last of our Missouri belongings. It feels good to be here. We haven’t seen any Arizona family yet. We are still finding our new normal.
The other day Dennis took the trailer back to the place we purchased it for a minor repair. He said the lot was empty. We bought our trailer before the everyone decided that was how to travel this year. The lot was loaded with trailers of all sizes. A friend of ours was thinking about purchasing a trailer, and when she priced them, they have doubled in price from when we bought ours! Everyone is on the road with their RV!
So, here we are in Arizona. Yesterday I took four of my quilt tops to a long arm quilting lady. No, her arm isn’t super long—but her machine is! I will continue sewing to keep me sane, and hopefully soon I will get to visit with my Arizona relatives.
Until then—I am back. We are good. We are happy to be back home. Because we are still officially permanent Missouri residents, we voted at the city hall before we left. Now I can ignore all the hoopla of the elections, and watch for the results on November 3.