Waitin' on a Winnie

Country artist Brad Paisley has a song we really like, and it's been going through our heads today. Of course, today the words have changed. We're not waitin' on a woman. No, we're waitin' on our Winnie.

We're not complainin'. We're just waitin'.

After all, we want those good Winnie folks to take their time to get everything done just right before we point that big moose toward Kansas City for the holidays. We've got a couple of weeks. We'll wait.

Besides, it's rainin'.

Virginia and the Carolinas are getting drenched with remnants of Hurricane Ida. It has rained non-stop for the last 24 hours, and it's not supposed to stop until Friday. Maybe.

Our earliest possible delivery time was this afternoon, or tomorrow. But, the satellite system has yet to arrive from wherever those things come from. So, delivery has been pushed back to Friday...the 13th. Our lucky day!

We're not superstitious about those kind of things, mind you. We approach those special Fridays expecting good things to happen, and they usually do. Heck, we took possession of one of our stick homes on a Friday the 13th. It'll all be just fine. Here's hoping the sun will shine!

We made the most of another day in waiting. We took a break from the pitter patter on our fiberglass roof and wandered over to the Bass Pro Shop across the way. We neither hunt nor fish. And, the "camping" we do is nothing like what they stock supplies for at Bass Pro. So, why go? Because it's waaaaaay bigger than our box on wheels! We used the space to take a good long stroll. The place is already decked out for the holidays, so that cheered our spirits. (I know our Christmas is definitely coming early!) After we cluelessly gazed at the gear, boats and camo of all shapes and sizes we took some interest in the clothing department and home furnishings. For two folks who don't meet the Bass Pro target demographic, we walked away with a couple of purchases: Comfy thermal shirts for us both and a moose night light for Big Bull. Definitely time and money well spent.

The rest of our afternoon was spent lounging, napping and reading. We kept telling ourselves we're saving our strength for the big move! Late in the day Paul was inspired to do some laundry, and headed out in the pouring rain to get it done. He deserves a gold medal! Thanks, dear!

The pitter patter continues. So, we're just planning to put some red beans and rice on the stove, cozy up with the cats, turn up the furnace, and relax for the evening while we wait.

Gotta save up our strength for the big move!