Living in a Fog

Ever have one of those days where you can’t think clearly, your mind can’t focus, you’re living in a fog?  I had one of those days this past Friday.  Thursday night the nasty weather started rolling in with high winds and rain.  The temperature quickly dropped from a calm 70 degrees to a blustering 35 degrees. foggy morning Our 5th wheel is nestled amongst a mature grove of oak trees which under a warm sunny day offers some much appreciated shade.  Add wind and swaying branches and the oak trees cease to be desirable.dreamy landscape

Al awoke at 5:15 a.m. Friday morning.  Having a fear of overnight freezing temperatures, he gently and quietly gets out of bed to check our atomic clock – thermometer for the outside temperature (La Crosse Technology WS-8117U-IT-AL Atomic Wall Clock with Indoor/Outdoor Temperature)   Let’s face it, freezing temps and RV’s do not mesh well a dream

Not wanting to wake me by turning on any lights, he grabs a flash light and swings it up toward the wall clock…… and that’s when the coffee maker went flying and the whispered expletives started.  I bolt out of a toasty warm bed and fly down the steps to see what happened.

Yep, coffee grounds and water all over the carpet and down the side of the chair.  I immediately stop Al from attempting to clean up the mess with the thought of letting things air dry, then vacuum, then access.  Most importantly, I clean up the coffee maker and set it up once again.  Gotta have my morning joe.foggy morningHubby finally manages to check the outside air temperature; 32 degrees, we’re fine.  Not cold enough to cause the water hose to freeze.  With that realization and coffeemaker ready, we jump back into bed with the intent of catching a few more winks of shut-eye.  Yeah, who are we kidding.  Thank goodness hubby and I are both morning people.

We have a good chuckle and I come up with a plan.  I say,  “Let’s get dressed.  I have an idea, but it’s a surprise”.  We hop in the truck with me driving of course.  Come on, after living in the area for 30 days I know my way around Rockport – Fulton, Texas, like a local.  With a little detour here and there for photo-ops (the real reason Al doesn’t want to drive) we head off to the local donut store.  Rockport Donuts has some of the best donuts ever….fluffy, soft, and fresh.  We make our selections and hop back in the truck.

Next we need to find a latte for Al.  I already have my portable coffee mug filled with steaming hot black java.  Al is not a coffee drinker but does enjoy the occasional ‘designer’ coffee especially on a cold, blustery day.  We stop at McDonald’s for a mocha latte and drive across the street to a little scenic pull-out.  I position the truck toward the water for an optimum the dreamThe sun is barely up.  The bevy of birds are busy fishing for food.  The fog is lifting.  The truck is warm and the seat heaters have our bums toasty as well.  Donuts and coffee with a view.  Yep, pretty awesome way to start the day.brain fogWe return to the RV and tackle the spilled coffee grounds.  With the use of a little carpet cleaner in a small spot, one would never know the mess that occurred in the wee morning hours.  The fog outside may have lifted……..

brain fog
the beginning of a new day….sunrise

But the fog in my head is another story.  As the day progressed: I made garlic bread and forgot the garlic…. nice buttered bread.  We ran out of propane…duh, it’s cold outside.  Ran to the grocery store and forgot the very thing I went there for.  The day was filled with additional faux pas but with a foggy brain, who can remember?  This too shall pass….
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