Sunday, December 25 – Christmas Day
Midland LTVA, Blythe, California
“Reggie! The sun is shining!”
I throw back the covers, grab Reggie, and carry him outside to greet Christmas morning.
Oh . . . It’s a glorious day.
The dark overcast of yesterday is gone. Only a few wispy clouds above the western horizon grace the blue sky. I set Reggie on the mat, hook on his tether, and then I pull out my camp chair from the Perfect Tow Vehicle. I set it up against the side of the Best Little Trailer where the sun hits directly.
Now I have a sun room for breakfast!
Later, after reading online Christmas “cards” from blogorinos . . .
I stand at my work table washing dishes in a basin of hot, soapy water while Reggie plays with Duck L’Orange.
Our Christmas dinner is simple fare.
When last in town, I bought a “petite party platter” of raw vegetables arranged around a container of vegetable dip.
When I wrestle open the package a few baby carrots leap out and land on the floor. Reggie jumps off the bed and begins chomping on his first raw carrot.
With jaws working and orange bits dropping from his mouth, his eyes grow big and round.
“You like that, don’t you!”
Gosh, everything this little guy does is so darn cute . . . .
Anyway . . . .
Throughout the afternoon, I snack on vegetables while doing other stuff.
Several weeks ago, soon after the refrigerator stopped working, I gave up keeping fresh vegetables. I had to throw too much away. Thus the craving for this vegetable party platter. It makes the perfect Christmas “dinner” for us.
After a game of “Go Get Blue Monkey I Threw Against the Wall,” I draw up the comforter around me and settle my head perfectly in my pillow. I’m lying on my side facing the wall.
Reggie plays contentedly at my feet, squeaking his toys. Several minutes later, while I’m wandering around inside my head, Reggie climbs on my side and settles on his haunches with his front legs on my shoulder. I hardly notice him because I’m deep in reverie.
Ever so gently he places something on the side of my face.
“What’s this?” I ask, pulling the object away from my temple. I burst out laughing. “It’s Pink Piggy!”
Reggie peers down at me, inches from my face. He’s a picture of big eyes and floppy ears.
“Aw, I love you, Reg. You want to play more? Sure, honey.” I give the toy a toss to the wall at the foot of the bed.
“Go get Pink Piggeeeee!”
This reminds me . . . .
Family and friends tell me they’re sad when they think of me alone on Christmas and on other holidays where people celebrate together.
My answer? I’m never alone and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life!
Around four Reggie and I take a walk up to Rusty and Piper’s camp.
A few days ago Rusty moved their camp to a place where, inexplicably, three concrete picnic tables are situated. It’s not much further from where they were before.
Piper likes having her own look-out point.
Piper and Reggie play a little. Reggie tends to tease Piper, rather than engage her in play-fights. He’s learned that big dogs, when they get excited and rambunctious, sometimes step on little dogs, not meaning to.
“Did you see the coyotes last night?” Rusty asks.
“No, but I heard them. They were close!”
“Five of them, going up that wash to over there.” He points. “Piper started howling and one turned and looked back. Then they kept on going.”
We chat for a while, grateful for the warm sunshine on our backs.
“That sun feels good, doesn’t it,” I remark.
A little more talk and then Reggie expresses his happiness by zooming in circles. This gives Rusty a hearty laugh. Piper joins in by lifting her nose to the sky and letting out a series of howls.
“Merry Christmas!” Rusty and I say to each other, and then Reggie and I head home, walking toward the sun.
Monday, December 26
Another sunshiny day! I hear the rumble of a truck. I grab Reg and go outside. It’s Rusty and Piper.
“We’re leaving today,” Rusty announces. “Wind is coming and there’ll be a storm Thursday. I don’t want to drive in wind. Our fourteen days are up on Wednesday.
After conversing for a while, we hug and say our goodbyes.
Rusty adds, “The next time I see ya’ will be when you come to visit us at our new house.”
I don’t have any plans for today.
I was told by the RV service place that the refrigerator will not arrive from Dometic until after New Year’s. That’s okay. We’re doing fine without a fridge.
Later Reg and I will probably go into town in search of a late afternoon meal, an every-other-day routine we enjoy during these lazy, winter days.
NOTE: I want you to know I really appreciate all the Christmas messages you sent our way. It was fun, seeing blogorinos’ merry messages appear on my laptop, while dipping and munching vegetables with Reg. Thank you very much. You are the best!
Wishing you safe travel and sunshine in your heart . . . Sue
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