Abandoned by the side of the road...

Rufus is just starting to believe that we will always be here for him... because that is what family does for each other.  But, this post - well, the title to this post - isn't about Rufus.

Today was moving day once again.  Those 9 days in the Meadowlands (also known as Purgatory Flats) went by pretty fast.  It was rainy most of the last three days, so we only left the coach to get groceries or a meal out.  Yesterday was particularly nasty weather-wize, with plenty of heavy rain and a couple bouts of hail (fortunately, the hail was mostly pea-size, so no damage).  That meant as we packed up our things to move back to a nice paved site, the stuff that had been on our patio was all wet (chairs, grille, patio mat).

I explained the moving process on the last "Moving Day" post, but with such a short move, it is a lot of work to strap down the scoots... so, we make our move in stages: in order to get the cargo trailer on the site the way we like it, it goes to the new site first; so one of us drives the car with the trailer, the other takes a scoot.  Park the trailer, unhook the car, leave the scoot, and head back to the other site with the car.  Pick up another scoot, and follow along with the car.  Drop off that scoot, then go back to the other site to get the motorhome.  So, three trips.

That was the plan.  The way it worked out: we dropped off the trailer and then Joan took off in the car to go back to the other site... leaving me behind!  Oh, I could have ridden back with the scooter, but that would just mean another trip to get both scoots to the new site.  I watched, probably with my mouth hanging open as she drove away without me.  I thought she'd figure out something was missing, but... nope.  I caught a ride back to the other site with a maintenance guy in a golf cart... "Did you forget something?" I asked when I got back.

"Ohhhh... yeah.  Well, it isn't like you were stranded there - you had your scooter."

Some RV parks have a reminder sign as you drive out: "Antenna down?  Steps up?  Spouse with you?"  I always thought that was just for the humor... apparently not.

We took her scoot to the new site, and I was nice enough to wait for her to get in the car before driving away... because I am thoughtful that way.

Back to the old site, I drove the motorhome over while she brought the CR-V.  I parked the motorhome on the site, and we went to work getting set up again.  Lotta work for such a short move.  A half hour or so later, we were set up in our new site... for the next three weeks.

Rufus gets a little concerned when we're scurrying to move after we've been down for a while.  I assured him, "We would never leave you behind, Rufus."

He got some patio time once we were settled in...

He enjoys being out there... on his leash - a little "freedom" with the security of having Mom or Dad attached to the other end of the leash...

Rufus got his lunch right on schedule, before Joan and I made a run into town for our lunch and some groceries.  The weather is lovely (sunny and in the 70s), and we are back on a premium-type site again.  It's all good.