The Ongoing Recovery And Life Returns To Normal

This year's trip south has been a rollercoaster of sorts with all kind of unexpected things happening.

The more I think about it, the more I also can enjoy "normality" again. Our days are now following a routine which was built years ago when we first arrived here in 2005.

Back in 2005 I was just 53yrs., and we were both the youngest around here. Everybody around us was much older. Now the tables have turned. A new generation of campers is coming here. Recently, we have seen very young people with small children here. I guess they have remote work, so they don't need to live in a permanent brick and stick home.

Now, we are up with first daylight (or some times earlier) having a nice European breakfast with rolls, jam, eggs and coffee. Next is our morning walk half around the campground and up the irrigation canal. 

Back home again we usually clear up the trailer for the day, or run a few errands to town, which we did today. 

Afternoons are lazy time, with napping or puttering around outside. Between 2:30pm and 3pm it's coffee time. Some times neighbours show up for a chat. After coffee it's time for a Dixie-walk again and from 4:30pm the sun will be gone behind the western horizon, 30 minutes later it's pitch dark.

Now it's time to think of preparing supper. Bea made a delicious pasta with meat sauce today. What a delight!

While these days are flowing one after the other, my personal recovery is taking place. I have become a pill eater which sort of manifests that I am officially old now. Never thought of that and it still seems foreign to me.

I still feel just a tad of the pain, early in the morning, but it's only in a finger or two. A little tingling...barely.

When the drama is over - peace is soo much more valuable!

Our every-day morning walk, Bea finds a lot of birds around here, while Dixie is looking for sticks she can carry home and I am just enjoying being here.