Old Diary

The Deflation Plane

Dunes Demo

Did you find the Deflation Plane in the graphic?

It’s only natural to experience a deflation.


All sand dunes are not the same.   Here on the Coast you have what are called the Foredunes — they are the first rise of sand after the ocean — what people usually think of when they think of going to the beach — that first elevated part closest to the water.  But just beyond the Foredune is the deflation plane.

Metaphorically, that’s where we are now.  We in our adrenalin deflation plane.  We’re feeling relieved, exhausted, happy, sad, anticipatory and reflective — all at once.

Al has a birthday today.  I’d like to see him one more time before we leave but I don’t know if I have the energy.  Drama lives at Al’s house.

We are going to do some of our disconnecting and loading today.  We’ll leave the fewest things possible to be done on Monday.  Water lines will come off.  We’ll dump our tanks.  I’ll dry out the big Culligan water filter assembly so we can turn that in at the office in the morning.   There isn’t a lot to be done and we’ll putter away at it all day.

Tour de France 2014 LondonToday is also Stage 21 of the Tour de France and I’m sure I’ll spend some time in front of the tube  watching the grand spectacle.

We have one more can of Corned Beef Hash in the pantry and I think we’ll have a nice big breakfast — one of those big holiday Sunday breakfasts  and maybe only have two meals today… energy conservation.  I woke early (before 3 a.m.)  ready and rarin’ to go but I’m sure in a couple hours (it’s 4:45 a.m. now) I’ll be ready for a nap.

There is always something sweet about these few hours and days after an extended rigorous exertion.  I sometimes wonder if this short time is why I work so hard at the end of a project…. I’m hooked on this exhaustion mixed with anticipation — a sort of never-never-land where you’re too tired to do anything and too excited to sleep.  Either that or I’m just high on life. 🙂

Yesterday, we called over to Eugene to confirm our RV space for the next week or so.   We’re all set on that account.  Nothing needing doing now but putting the last bits and bobs into the Coach, dropping our booster antenna and heading out in the morning.  I’ll be overjoyed to have normal, decent WiFi again.  I’m so tired and frustrated of dealing with the slow connection we can get even with a signal booster — as much as we have liked being here alone, with no immediate neighbors — I have hated since the day we arrived that my connection to the interWebs has been so lousy.  THAT I will not MISS at ALL.  Goodbye and good riddens. (sp?)

So, here I sit, virtually all packed up.

Many years ago, a good friend named Amy Wood (80 + years old and legally blind, she lived in Rugby England and I had been staying in her home for four nights on a speaking trip) explained to  me the blessings of being Ready and Waiting.  I was in too much of a hurry then to appreciate her words.  Now I understand.

Yes, Amy, (God Rest your Soul):   “It’s Good to be Ready and Waiting.”

Thanks for stopping by and I’ll talk with you some time tomorrow — after we get to Eugene.


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