Packing Day: Where’s Crazy Daisy?

By packing day, all had been going well for the move. But then the packers arrived early, taking us by surprise and we didn’t have the cats locked away in their cages. They were hanging out in the master bedroom. I think the plan was to put them in the hall bath. So when strangers entered the house and we opened the master bedroom door, Daisy when crazy!! She’s the kitten we got last January and we had no idea how she would react to a move. Shadow, thankfully, is an awesome mover – the best moving cat we’ve had!

Daisy is afraid of strangers and her sole mission is to hide to keep herself safe. The problem is we had no idea where she was hiding. She headed for the couch, but we turned that couch upside down but couldn’t find her. We were in deep freak-out mode! Of course my wild imagination worried that she would get packed in a box. Rich, the more rational one, said that she would never let a packer pack her in a box and he was confident they wouldn’t pack her anyway. Well, from our previous packing adventures, I wasn’t so sure about that.

Anyway, we stressed for hours while the packers packed up the entire house. We didn’t bother putting Shadow away, hoping he’d find her and let us know where she was. He is such an awesome kitty, he was totally chill for the 6 hours they were there, but we never saw where Daisy was hiding. We looked and looked and called out to her but no sign of her – we were  stressed beyond belief.

We’d talked earlier about doing our usual Residence Inn with the cats while the packing was going on, but somehow we thought it would be better if I was there to help Rich with the packers, and to make sure boxes were marked properly. Ha! We were totally oblivious to what the packers were doing and we didn’t care. All we cared about was finding Daisy and making sure she was safe. We were just sick with worry!

The packers finished and left, and all we could think to do was rest on the bed, hoping once the house got quiet, she would come out of her hiding place. Which is exactly what she did. We suspected she had crawled up into a small alcove under the left arm of the couch.

Daisy’s favorite red chair – she is small so she can hide in a lot of places, even if it means ripping a hole underneath the furniture.

Daisy’s favorite hiding place – the red couch – we suspect she crawled up under the arm of the chaise side because she was nowhere to be found when we turned the couch upside down.

Florida Beach House to Vegas RV Boat House

The theme for this leg of our journey is “Florida Beach House to Vegas RV Boat House.” You remember some of the other themes, such as “Oregon Cabin,” “Sanford Stinky House,” “Hotel California,” and “Orlando Resort Living.”

Okay, so we’re not really living in an RV or a boat house but watching our RVers and boaters living the mobile life full-time is helping us (me) cope with the usual rental property that is so less than our usual brand new homes. I know, we’ve been spoiled with so many brand new homes, which is what we prefer. So as I watch them cope with their mechanical challenges, it helps me cope with ours.

I grew up in brand new homes in SoCal and have lived in several as an adult. Rich and I have been blessed to have built five with two brand new rentals thrown into the mix. Is there a sixth new build in our future or will we choose to remain more mobile because it’s always a pain to sell the house when we’re ready to move on? That is the big question for 2019.

Of course, the new year doesn’t really get started until the first full week so we’re finishing up holiday treats, making repairs on this place, setting goals, and trying to figure out how to move forward.

I didn’t meet my weight loss goal for 2018. I’m on the slow road to weight loss, which I’m very pleased with, but after a year and a half of vacation living, travel, and tragedy, I’m doing well to be holding my own. Here’s hoping I meet that weight loss goal this year. I should if I don’t get distracted too much.

So in the spirit of catching up on our latest adventures, I’m going to get cranking documenting December 2018 and the move from Florida Beach House to Vegas RV Boat House. 🙂

I’ll start with our last time at La Fiesta in Port Orange, Florida, one of the best Mexican restaurants we’ve found east of the Mississippi. Yep, we were regulars – lol!

Rich pondering the menu after ordering a Modelo

The “Mexican” Margarita with Don Julio

Yum!! (sorry, brother Bob)

Carne Asada Tacos – my usual

Skirt Steak Chimi Churri for Rich

After watching FreshBaked on a daily basis to keep up with Disneyland, we decided to celebrate with a churro finale.

If I’d written this post back then, I might have said we’re going to miss this. But we have such a plethora of choices here in Las Vegas and nearby SoCal, which I’m sure we’ll be mentioning in the future.

Happy New Year from Las Vegas

Happy 2019! Yes, we made it back to Las Vegas, although it was a bit of a hard landing as it always is coming back from Florida. But we made it and we’re all okay. There were some bumps along the way, and I’ll post our December journey soon. But it felt soooo good to watch the Rose Parade this morning back home in the West.

We had a blast in what we’re calling our latest Florida “work vacation” – at least the vacation part. But the second half of 2018 was a difficult one. We lost Skipper and my dad in July and now, most recently, Rich’s dad. He was almost 96 and a very special man.

We never really know what one leg of a journey is really about until we look back on it. Some people seem to think if we move around a lot, that we’re “unhappy,” which is so odd to us. Life is full of ups and downs and changes and what is right for a certain time is no longer right for another. It has nothing to do with being happy or unhappy. I would probably be unhappy if I stayed in one place and never tried new places. But whatever we’re doing, we’re totally happy to be doing it with each other. That makes us happy through the fun and tough times.

I mentioned how we’d been watching RV Adventures on youtube, The Motorhome Experiment, in particular, about a couple from Las Vegas who started living full-time in their RV. There are many on youtube but they’re our favorite. And they turned us onto Gone With the Wynns, a couple who lived in an RV full-time for six years and now are living on a boat. We’ve been binge-watching them over the holidays. Now living on a boat is something we toyed with before we started this whole journey, although we would probably never really do that. But it does inspire us to look at life the same way, that each leg of our journey is a mobile, nontraditional adventure.

What’s next for us in 2019? We have no idea. Will we stay in Las Vegas in the long-term? Or stay mobile, ready to move on to that next adventure? I suspect the latter.

I’m looking forward to seeing what adventures 2019 brings.

Happy New Year to you all!

 

Leaving Florida: What I Will Miss

I will miss the morning sunlight peeking through the trees,
Soaring birds chirping their morning wakefulness,
Squawking gulls flapping their wings,
Treading shore birds scanning the pond for breakfast.

I will miss sipping my coffee on the lanai greeting the dawn with prayer,
Scribbling my early thoughts,
Clearing my mind of nighttime fears,
Making room for gratitude and thankfulness.

I will miss cocktails and apps overlooking the springs at the BoatHouse,
Strolling World Showcase,
Martinis in the Wilderness,
Dipping my toes in the ocean.

I will miss our dream kitchen,
White cabinets and quartz countertops,
Undermount lights with a view,
Morning walkers and evening golf carts.

But most of all I will miss
The last house where Skipper lived.

 

What’s Next for Two4Disney?

We’ve stumbled onto this YouTuber – The Motorhome Experiment – and I’ve been binge-watching these videos. We’ve been kicking something like this around for some time, although we’d probably get a Fifth Wheel instead of an RV because we’d rather drive a pick-up instead of a bus (my parents had an RV and my aunt and uncle had a Fifth Wheel).

One of our fun outings is to walk Fort Wilderness at WDW to check out the various types of RVs. For now, we’re just dreaming – none of this will happen until Rich’s retirement, which is about nine or 10 years away.

Class A Motorhome – convenient snacks going down the road

 Airstream Camping Trailer – small but adorable

Fifth Wheel – driving a truck vs driving a bus

In the meantime, Rich’s work brings us back to Las Vegas, and we’re very excited about it. We desperately needed a break from the desert and Florida has been, once again, a fabulous vacation, but it’s time to go home. Our Florida vacation is coming to an end. As one California friend said, “Back to Disneyland.” 🙂

Anyway, back to the Motorhome Experiment – they start out in Las Vegas with their countdown of going full-time by preparing and getting rid of extra stuff and selling their house in 2016. They’ve traveled to Florida and back, Mexico, and trips up the West Coast from Las Vegas to San Diego to Sonoma to the Oregon Coast, Washington and Alaska. Even stopped at Disney World and Disneyland! Simply amazing. It truly shows what an interesting life you can live if you’re the sort to drive/live in some sort of recreational vehicle.

Links:

The Motorhome Experiment Web site and YouTube Channel.

KOA Campground Information

Fifth Wheel vs Class A Motorhome

Our Florida Vacation

We called 2017 the “Year of Repositioning” and many of you followed our journey from Las Vegas to Florida and the fits and starts along the way.

2018 is the “Year of Adjusting,” and I’ve really been struggling lately, actually even before the one-year anniversary of arriving in Florida. The first 7 months were spent in an apartment in North Orlando while we house hunted and then built our home in a beach city we’d never lived in before. So the adjustment period started all over again, although we might have been further along in our adjustment if we hadn’t had to split our time. But, then, this is our third time in Florida and I always get homesick. Hence, the upcoming birthday trip to SoCal, a short cruise to Mexico, and a couple of days at Disneyland Resort. I can’t wait to touch down once again!

Just for kicks, I looked at some pics of our Las Vegas home and the surrounding area and am so thankful we’re out of the desert – the best thing about living there was that feeling of home and being only 4 hours from Disneyland/SoCal childhood. I miss that! Sometimes I can’t believe I’m so far away now. How did this happen? 🙂

Anyway, here are two pics that show the contrast of living in Las Vegas and living in Florida – no wonder I struggle to adjust – it’s a huge change!

The back of our Vegas house – solar screens are popular as a way to block out some of that hot desert sun. We also had blackout drapes on the back side of the house for that intense afternoon sun.

This morning’s view from my screened Lanai where I sip my coffee every morning – glorious!

Two different worlds for sure!

Saturday, we shopped for the trip in the morning and then had our lunch at La Fiesta, which is so authentically Mexican, we’re there practically every week. At least the weeks we’re not at Disney. The Margaritas are amazing!! Growing up in Southern California surrounded by Mexican culture, margaritas and tacos are a taste of home.

Tequila, take me home!

Halfway through eating lunch. 🙂

We were shopping at Target the other day and we picked up some food items like tortillas, black beans, rice, tortilla chips and salsa and the clerk said, “Are you having a Mexican Fiesta?” I just looked at her and said, “Every night is a Mexican Fiesta for us.” The thing is nobody would say that to you in California or the West Coast or the entire SW. In this day of the Food Network and food education, I’m a bit shocked even somebody in Florida said it.

No doubt we’re having a blast in Florida, enjoying frequent trips to Disney and the beach – what a welcome change from the desert. Our house is wonderful, the golf community is gorgeous – both a dream come true. But it’s not home. And, as always, it’s starting to feel like we’re on another extended Florida vacation.