SLIDELL, La. — A news source back in Oregon once told me he was “so flexible I hurt all over.”
That would be me. Also my wife. Toby the Puppy? Oh, sure. Him, too!
Our retirement journey has imbued the feeling of flexibility as we travel here and there around this vast country of ours. Mother Nature’s wrath sometimes requires us to change our course, adjust our timetable, make changes . . . stay flexible.
We had intended to depart this New Orleans suburb on Wednesday. No can do, man! The weather is going to be too crappy at our next spot. We’re heading home later this week. We are quite likely to pull our fifth wheel into Princeton, Texas, on Friday.
But instead of spending two nights in Shreveport, La., we’re spending an extra night here. We’ll shove off a day later, staying in Shreveport only overnight.
Ahh, that’s what retirement has enabled us to do. Ain’t it grand? You bet it is!
We have been blessed with wonderful weather on almost all of our excursions. We ventured to the Pacific Northwest in October 2017 to attend my 50-year high school reunion in Portland. It poured the entire time we were there. So I’ll toss that trip aside.
The rest of our sojourns have been bathed in sunshine . . . more or less.
Now we’re having to wait out a thunderstorm that threatens our next stop on our way home. That’s OK. We can wait as long as we need to wait.
Flexibility allows us that luxury — even if it makes me hurt all over.