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The washer/dryer unit in our van down by the river, the one I JUST HAD to have, is great. But small. And is just one machine. Really. The washer becomes the dryer at the end of the washing cycle. It’s called a Splendide.  And it really is splendid. One load takes 2.85 days. Ok, maybe it only takes a day and a half.

So I am grateful this RV park has a coin-operated laundry facility. Reminds me of life at Smith College. Without the college students. And people are way better about getting their laundry moved through … except for me…when the baby is napping. I have a crisis: uh, risk the laundry being left for too long and then moved by the next launderer because the baby is sleeping or dare to run to the laundry room while he’s asleep. I let the laundry fall where it may and stay with the kid, of course.

RV-ers are lazy, like college students (and if you are a college student who ISN’T lazy, that’s good, you are the exception to the rule so don’t take offense). Apparently laundering is best done in the early morning. I never see anyone stirring around much before 10 am… that’s when the rush for machines kicks up. But I always panic that the park attendants will come by w/ my wet laundry and a citation for lazy laundering. It has yet to happen. We all fear something, right?

Well…the baby just woke up and I finally scrounged one more quarter from the couch cushions to pay for the next load.

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Posted by on May 15, 2013 in Uncategorized


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Ok, so this is not an SNL skit…and I am not Chris Farley.  And it’s not really a van. It’s a fifth-wheel RV.  And it’s not a river…more like a dry creek bed or a low spot in the earth, really.

But I am here just the same. What I call the next evolution.  My husband and I are on the hunt for our next home after having sold ours when it was buried under four feet of snow in December.  Moving day arrived yesterday and we still haven’t found our next home. So, we are on an extended camping trip…at an RV park in Western Washington.

The stories of this time in our lives will be fun to tell my son as he grows up. It will become part of the history, the lore of our family.  I can see now that those stories will be like fisherman’s stories and ‘the one that got away that was this big’ kind of stories.”Remember that time when we lived in the RV…” (*cough* I mean, in a van down by the river)?

Isn’t that part of the fun of being a family? The shared history and stories? They color our lives and mould us.  There will always be sad chapters because we can’t control things like death. But we can control how we weave that kind of loss into the overall story. Like living in an RV park… it could be a WTH kind of chapter or it could be a LOL kind of chapter. 

I am going with LOL! I mean, if you’ve seen the Chris Farley skit, who doesn’t laugh when he says: “….IN A VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER!!!”? 


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Posted by on March 16, 2013 in Uncategorized


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