We moved to St. George, Utah, to get away from the weather where we lived before. We’re not exactly alone in that – about 95 percent of the people who live where we live now moved here to get away from the weather where they lived before. Maybe you’re one of them.
Other than moving here to get away from the weather where they lived before, most of the people who live here now have at least one thing in common We all hoped that, after we moved here to get away from the weather where we lived before, the other people who wanted to get away from the weather where they lived before would not want to move to where we live now to get away from the weather.
Where we live now is twice the size it was before we moved here to get away from the weather where we lived before.
Now that I have that silliness out of the way, I’ll move on. The house we moved to, to get away from the . . . wait, stop that! Our house here is nice but modest. When we moved here our kids had started their own families and had their own agendas. We knew it was going to be just the two of us most of the time so why go big again? We’d had enough of too much grass to mow and too many leaves to rake.
While our house may be modest, the family isn’t. It includes four grown kids and their spouses, a passel of grandkids and even a couple of great grandkids. They all live more than a thousand miles away and are busy frying their own fish most of the time so we don’t get to see them that often.
I can’t say they’ve ever all arrived in a bunch, except for Mom’s birthday one year, but they do show up in sizable groups from time to time. That’s what happened a couple of weeks ago.
An assortment of eight arrived for the long Fourth of July weekend visit. We were delighted. They brought along a couple of great grandkids we didn’t know we had. No, I lie, we knew about ‘em. So, where does everybody sleep? No problem.
I’ll wager you already know where I’m going with this.
At times like this the motorhome comes in very handy as an annex so to speak. It sleeps six and, when everything’s hooked up, it’s very comfortable. The kids love it. In fact sometimes we can’t get ‘em out of there!
The rig is stored not far away so we just uncover everything, bring it up to the house, unlimber the slides and the awning and plug it in. All the comforts of home.
Our neighborhood has some pretty tight rules – no overnight parking on the street for example – but the neighbors are all fine folks with similar situations. It doesn’t happen that often and nobody abuses the rules. The folks next door for instance, right now have 19 staying overnight – 19! – with cars all over the place. It’s a birthday gathering for dad and they’ll all be gone tomorrow.
Anyway, the rig gets a little exercise without racking a lot of miles. The kids have a ball sleeping in Mom and Dad’s — or Gramma and Pomp’s, as the case may be — motorhome and nobody has to sleep on the floor. What a deal!