My dad has been planning a trip "south." He wants to get another opinion about his cancer from Mayo Clinic in Scottsdale, Arizona. He wants to see friends. He wants to go south because that's what he and Carmen did every winter. He has this picture in his head how it's all going to work.
I have become part of the 3 musketeers. Dad and Mom, at Dad's invitation, with me as driver (mostly, Dad said he's driving too...), are heading south. Dad has the iternary in his head. I'm hoping to get a map. We'll be gone for most of a month. Thank the good Lord for an understanding manager at work for allowing me this time with Dad.
We're taking Dad's 27 foot motor home. I'm going over to Sam's, our neighbor who knows everything, and he's going to train me on Motor Home 101 today. How to do motor home stuff that needs to be done while you're on the road. I have no idea. I'm a tent person.
I'm excited. I'm apprehensive. I'm ready to get out of town right now. But we won't. Dad has an appointment with his accountant tomorrow.
Soon though. Very soon.
