This is the latest in an occasional series of blog posts commenting on impending retirement.

Well, we had a Plan B worked out, but it changed back some version of Plan A … hence the asterisk next to the “A.”

You might recall my earlier post about all the recreational vehicle parks throughout the greater Dallas area being booked up. Seems that contractors working on pipeline construction in the area have called dibs on all the available sites. We were, shall we say, SOL.

We considered Plan B, which was to take our fifth wheel to the Davis Mountains region in the Trans-Pecos area of Texas. Then our daughter-in-law intervened on our behalf.

She petitioned their homeowners association in Allen to allow us to park our RV in front of their home. The association needed a picture of our rig. Our daughter-in-law sent it to them; the association board agreed. We got permission, for which we are eternally grateful.

As I’ve mentioned, we’re learning that retirement requires a certain degree of flexibility. We know that retired folks can come and go as they please. They don’t punch time clocks. Heck, many of them don’t even wear watches on their wrists.

Our ability to adapt, though, has been stretched to new extremes in the past few days. We sought in vain to find a suitable RV park near the kids in Allen. We punted and went for a visit in the West Texas wilderness, which sounded appealing when we made that decision.

Now this. We’re back to where we started as we planned our next excursion.

This one will be our longest yet in mileage terms: about 360 miles to our destination.

Plus, our little angel Emma Nicole awaits.