One of the last things my ex-husband did before becoming an ex, was to show up with a used motor home, unexpectedly. I won’t get into the details here, but suffice to say it was neither discussed in advance, nor a suitable vehicle for family outings. (Okay, it wasn’t that bad…quite.)
So, when I met my current husband and he expressed a passion for travel, I said I was game as long as it didn’t involve an RV. It has become an inside joke. Every time I “act up” he threatens to get the RV. We both laugh.
Then a week or so ago, he mentioned that if he won the lottery, he’d want to buy an RV and drive me across the country.
“Are you kidding?” I asked cautiously.
“Just a thought.”
Then last night he kept calling out possible options:
“This one has a washer/dryer.”
“What, and be robbed of the whole laundromat experience?” My sorrowful attempt to get back to the joke.
“Or you can get sleep comfort beds.”
I would let it drop, but I know better. This is the man who once told me he was going to get our tires changed and came back with a totally different car. (Did I just see a pattern forming?)
“Too good of a deal to pass up,” he told me.
Luckily, I liked the new car better. Point is, I’ve learned that if he mentions something, he could very well be on his way to making it happen.
Today, he came home from work and before removing his coat, blurted out: “There’s a motor home, the kind with the washer/ dryer, on sale just a few towns over.”
I really didn’t know what to say. Apparently, he is serious.
“I just thought that if we had a vehicle with a built-in bed, I could drive you
around the country and you could lie down.”
Please appreciate that before I became ill, travel was a regular occurrence for us. Now it is just one obstacle after another to overcome, mainly that my system cannot tolerate sitting or standing for long enough to get us anywhere significant, and should we dare to override that challenge, I will be too done in to enjoy the destination.
Couple that with my husband’s compulsion to problem-solve and what do you get: A motor home.
In the interest of compromise, I suggested that perhaps renting one and trying it out would be more practical than purchasing one.
“Renting is so expensive!” he argued.
“More expensive than buying one, using it once, and then swallowing the depreciation value?”
With a gleam his eye, he responded: “I could always put a sign on it reading: Husband’s dog house. ”
Last time I checked, he’s googling travel routes for RVers.
I’ll keep you posted.