I finally got the laundry done! Fred, who usually never bothers with those type of mundane tasks started nagging me daily as he watched the mound of dirty clothing grow ever higher by the day. “When are you going to do the laundry?” was his refrain. When we started this lifestyle we made a pact that he would do outdoor chores such as setting up, maintenance on the truck and trailer and I would deal with anything inside the trailer such as cooking, cleaning and laundry. Does this sound familiar ladies?
Who has time for chores?
We have bicycled to the beach, an 8 mile round trip, we have played shuffleboard, I have attended water aerobics in the pool, soaked in the hot tub, played Chase the Ace and Trivial Pursuit. I have also tried to learn line dancing and realized that my body seems to like doing its own thing. I start off at the front of the room near the instructor but quickly find myself bumping into others behind me. I figure it is because I have bigger feet than they do so I take bigger steps, right? Clogging lessons also did not go so well as my feet also have a mind of their own. I never did like anything regimented and how it shows. I feel rather silly when every dancer in the room has done a 180 and I am still facing the front of the room. With a sheepish grin I clog on. No one is going to call me a quitter. Another night an instructor was teaching ballroom dancing and as Fred was playing poker as he does almost every night, I did the jitterbug with the instructor. Oh, what fun! Except that Fred and I have always call it jiving. Last night we attended a spaghetti dinner dance in the activities center and after dinner, to the amusement of our tablemates, Fred and I did the jitterbug. Oh, what fun!