After my long hike yesterday, I wasn't sure how I would be feeling this morning. But I had so much to do, and it turned out I felt a lot better than expected.
Let's see, Linda's flight arrives at 5:45. I scheduled a tee time at Mark Twain Golf Course at 12:30. That should give me plenty of time to get the oil changed in the Jeep and fuel it up.
But I also had my self-imposed chores to get done. I don't do laundry, but I wanted to have it done this time before she got back. A lot of that had to do with my potentially poison-ivy-contaminated clothes from yesterday.
So, at 8:00, I drove down into Watkins Glen to the laundromat. I took my basket of clothes and Linda's supply bag inside and looked around. They had top loaders, front loaders, and all different size machines and price ranges. I told the attendant I was just a dumb husband trying to get laundry done before his wife comes home.
The attendant, Sharon, helped me out. Ultimately, I dumped everything in the large $6 washing machine. She said "Don't use too much detergent because we have soft water here and you'll have soap everywhere". I replied, "How do I know what's too much?". Her instincts kicked in and she did it for me. Well allrighty then.
I brought our Verizon JetPack and got some work done on my laptop while waiting for the wash. Sharon placed a laundry cart next to my machine, and let me know when it was finished.
I rolled the basket full of wet clothes and towels and whatever else I washed to the back to the dryers. "Sharon, how long should I dry?" I split everything into four dryers and fed each machine a dollar in quarters at 8 minutes per quarter.
I had put Linda's bra in a mesh bag to wash it (I thought I saw her do that), and when I got ready to throw it in the dryer Sharon said "No, just take that home and hang it up, you don't want to put the slingshot in the dryer". Okay. Good to know. I realized later I forgot the fabric softener. Oops.
After the dryers all kicked off, I put everything in the cart which was harder than it sounds because the floor was uneven and my cart kept rolling to the west wall. I started folding towels - even I can fold a towel. But I must have still been giving off that helpless vibe because Sharon then asked "Would you like me to help you fold?"
Now I can fold laundry - it may not be pretty, but I can do it. Still, I said "Sure" and threw everything out on the folding table. That sped things up and soon laundry was done. I thanked Sharon profusely, and went on my way. That chore was done with a little help from my new friend. :)
Back at the rig, I put the laundry away. Heck, I didn't know where some of her stuff went, so it all went into a drawer where it would fit.
Next I tackled making the bed. Yeah, I don't make the bed while she is gone. It's way too complicated with all the pillows and the exact way the bedspread has to be taken off and put back on and all the tucking which I'm just going to untuck later. The sheet has to be turned down just right to expose the color that matches the other decorating highlights of the bedroom. Sheesh.
So, I got the bed made and I know it's not right, but it's close. I'm pretty sure the eight pillows and the stuffed moose are all in the right place. Why is making the bed like solving a Rubik's Cube?
I was running out of time, but had to get the dishes done. There weren't that many. I did cook a few eggs on the stove, but everything else was either microwaved or cooked outside on the grill or the campfire. I finished the dishes, dried them, and put them away. Pretty sure I got all of them in the right place.
I emptied the trash and made sure the rest of the rig was straightened and at least visibly clean. Whew. Just enough time to get changed and make my tee time.
I teed off around 12:40 at Mark Twain Golf Course. I played horribly once again, but at least I birdied one hole. I really like that course and was starting to get to know it better. I ended up finishing my round in two and a half hours. Nice, but now I had two and a half hours to kill.
The oil change and fuel stop took about fifteen minutes. I considered going over to Harris Hill Soaring and seeing if I could squeeze in a glider ride - didn't think I really had time to do it, but I should have tried. I found a Dick's Sporting Goods store and wasted an hour in there. Finally, I just drove over to the Elmira-Corning Airport and waited in the parking lot.
Linda's plane landed about fifteen minutes early, and I walked in to meet her at baggage claim rather than picking her up at the curb. After hugs and kisses and getting her bag, we were on the road back to Sugar Hill. She was loving the weather after being in hot, humid Jacksonville for the last several days. It makes us appreciate our ability to avoid miserable weather most of the time.
When we got back to the camping area, there were a few more horse trailers and a couple of new Class C motorhomes. But nobody else had set up on our side of the field. Fortunately, I hadn't screwed anything up too bad and my attempts and the domestic chores were acceptable.
I started a fire and cooked us some dinner on the grill. But it was a bit too breezy for the fire, and it turned a bit chilly. So, we went inside for the evening.
We turned the inverter on and watched some shows I had recorded while she was gone.
Eventually, we were all caught up on everything and called it a night. Good to have everything back to "normal". :)