A CRANKY TRAVELER
One final post on our recent trip. I hate travel…not dislike, hate. Some people love to travel. They love to see new things and places. They enjoy the excitement and the challenge of new things and new places. I do not.
I am comfortable at home. I know the TV schedule. I know where to go to get things I need. I like my routines, and you old people will get this, I like my toilet…nuff said.
I do like getting places and once settled into the new environment and a new routine I can and do enjoy nice places away from home.
Still...If it was up to me, I would never leave New Jersey.
It is not up to me. Mrs. C takes charge and when we go on vacation, she does all the work. She makes the plans, she does the packing, she arranges the travel. My job is to shut the hell up and follow. Do not ask questions, just grab the luggage and follow her instructions.
Mrs. C is very good at making the plans, doing the packing and arranging the travel. She does all the worrying and stressing, I just follow. Actually that is not 100% true, I follow, but I do ask a lot of questions and I do add to her stress. About 20 times a day she will tell me to just follow, it is all worked out.
So once again we have taken a trip which I hated the travel but enjoyed the destination. It is only because Mrs. C is so good at travel that I can survive it at all.
I have had other travel companions who did all the work, but also complained about it constantly, often screwed up and then blamed me, occasionally got us strip searched because of her agitated response to TSA personnel, and in general had me walking on egg shells for every step of a trip.
Now, when traveling, Mrs. C often has to tell me to relax, “It is under control, I am not that other woman!”
Thank you, Mrs. C, for all the work and stress you took on to give us a great trip once again.
You’re the best!