Whine alert: This post contains frustrations and a 1-day 12 hour drive to/from Las Vegas, 6 hours with broken air conditioning. But also notes about my packing triumph.
Monday I got an early morning call from a dear friend in Henderson NV (Las Vegas). Her husband has Parkinson's and couldn't get out of his chair. She's 78 y/o and can't lift him. I told her I'll be over as soon as I can get my horse to the trainer's for board, pack and drive over. 3 hours later, the horse is settled into Summer Camp. By the time I get home, I talk to dear friend again, sick husband is on the way to the hospital. I then plan to drive over early Tuesday morning.
I spent the afternoon packing. I plan for two weeks so it's not too dis-similar to packing for Europe and gives me a chance to test pack my new packing cubes and part of my new travel wardrobe along with some bulk saving substitutions. Since I don't have to pack rain or warm clothes, the difference in bulk and weight is taken up by swimsuit, shorts and other clothes I won't take next year to France and beyond. I'm very proud of myself. My packing list works. The suitcase weighed in at 20 lbs and no tote bag. I figure the difference with a tote bag, camera and the rest of the miscellaneous things that I will need should be about 6 lbs. I'm close to my goal of 25 lbs total. Yea!! If need be, my packing list can be cut a bit to save weight. Hint: If anyone bought RuMe Baggies when they went out of business last year, they work great for drugs, 311 bag (line with 1 qt ziplock) and other odds and ends. I plan to pack three Baggies. My unused tote is a RuMe cFold which weighs 7oz, about 1 1/2 lbs lighter than my PacSafe tote.
Anyway, Tuesday morning I start driving. If you have ever driven from Phoenix to Las Vegas, you know that the turn off at Kingman is difficult to see. Well, I missed it and took the scenic route through California. Six hours into the drive and an hour away from Las Vegas, I get a call from dear friend that I need to turn around and go home because sick husband was diagnosed with covid (they are both vaccinated). I call my hubby, turn around and start the drive home. 10 miles later the car's (actually a 1-ton van) air conditioner goes out. It's 105* at 1pm. Windows down, I drive home very sweaty and exhausted.
Now dear friend and sick husband are in 10-day quarantine. Our van is going to the shop to be fixed. The conversations with dear friend are muddled at best with conflicting information each time (Yes he has covid, no he doesn't, yes he does. And I can't care for him, I can care for him, I can't care for him.) Dear friend is in a state of emotional distress and denial. Sick husband is now back in the hospital today. I searched for a home health care company to assist her and found a nice one who willingly communicates with me. Their case worker visited them, read through the hospital's release paperwork and let dear friend know what the hospital said: yes, he tested positive for covid and the hospital referred her to a different home health care company. The company I found can't do anything until quarantine is over.
Thanks for listening to my tale of woe. I'm very happy that my packing strategy works but will tweak it a bit more. I'm stressed because I can't be there to help dear friend.
Kathy