I Get So Lonely

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, let's discuss how freakin' adorable Pete and I are as a couple: He cooks me dinner every night; we eat food out of the same dish (the pot it was cooked in); we fart in front of (on) each other (a lot); we sleep in a twin bed (futon mattress) together; we pee in our respective receptacles in front of each other; we put up with each other's lack of showering; he doesn't like when I wear make up; I do like his scarred, grease-covered maintenance 'man' hands; he thinks I'm a genius; I think he's a genius; and when we are apart, we miss each other. Lots and lots. Awwww!

Working as a TEAM
Pete flew to Michigan on Thursday morning to dig his 1999 Kia Sephia out of the snow and drive it, alone, back to Austin. Over our month and a half stint in Austin thus far, we've become overwhelmingly frustrated with our lack of ability to get from Point A to Point B. Our Lesharo is certainly not a vehicle for daily commuting (not yet, at least). In terms of public transit, I always seem to miss my bus by 30 seconds after work and thereby must wait a half hour (in the cold, lately) for the next one.

Biking as a full-fledged means of transportation is out of the question. Drivers in Texas just aren't looking for bikers the way they do in Chicago. I've come to the conclusion, actually, that peeps in Texas just don't know how to drive. But now we're getting off topic...

Back to how we miss each other. When you live in a tiny motor home with a loved one, you generally can't escape them, no matter how hard you try. There's no fleeing to the kitchen where you can just open a giant refrigerator and stare in it for a few minutes until you get your mind straight. Our fridge is in the middle of our living space and you have to crouch down to see inside it. It's uncomfortable.    

Pete and I have always been really close. But I must admit, living in a Mini Winnie undoubtedly brings 'close' to a whole new level. Fighting is out of the question. There's no space for frustration and anger. So, instead, we totally hang out. Like all the time. And it's awesome.  

So when Pete left for the weekend, I was truly sad. Sleeping alone? What a strange concept. We hadn't spent a night apart since October. How would we survive!?!

Wait, I should clarify. I slept alone. Pete had company:

Ol' man Brutus is definitely a good cuddler. I'm sure he kept Pete nice and warm. I, however, was freezing my ass off. Our little electric heater isn't pumping like it used to. And Austin was experiencing yet another arctic chill. And, of course, I didn't have a hot man (referring to both temperature and general sauciness) to keep me warm under the covers.

And on top of that, I had to eat alone, too:

Giant vat of root vegetables. One spoon. Sad day.

Luckily, I was able to hang out with a rad couple, Kerry and Leslie, who have been living in a small Dolphin RV for the last six or so months. Check it:

Their rig is also from 1985 and about the same length as ours as well. With so many of the same experiences under our belt, it's a pleasure to connect with young folks who understand the glories of pooping in plastic bags and showering with baby wipes. You can read all about their travels in their blog (er...guidebook?), PARKCABLE.

Certainly, you'll be hearing more about Kerry and Leslie. Because they're freaking great. Starting today, they're forgoing the small RV lifestyle for the small apartment lifestyle. Honestly, I don't blame Kerry. He's like six feet tall and fears that another day in the Dolphin will transform him into the Hunchback of Notre Dame. And Leslie, too. It's probably pretty difficult to work on a doctoral dissertation from a motor home.

Thankfully, Kerry and Leslie allowed me to be mildly productive in Pete's absence. Big props to their vacuum. Until now, we've been using a Ryobi dust buster that generally sucks at sucking. The vacuum, however, picked up years of previous-owner grime as well as a crap ton of sharp pecan shells that flung about during the laborious hours of Pete's cracking a few weeks ago. We had actually never cleaned the Lesharo before we moved into it, so a clean floor was definitely a welcome change.

Pete's back now, and the floor is back to being dirty. We really need to invest in a welcome mat. Or steal one from somewhere. Or make one.

Pete's journey to the north was an exhausting one. His travels on Thursday (walk, bus, plane, layover, plane, wait, drive) totaled about 13.5 hours. The following morning, he spent four hours digging out and de-icing his car. During a test drive, his rear breaks froze, forcing him to jack up his car in the middle of the road to hammer the drums lose.

After enjoying a lovely evening with his family (and the beloved dogs), Pete went to bed (with the beloved Brutus) to rest up for the 24 hour drive ahead of him.

It's a good thing that Pete is excellent at driving by himself (ridin' solo?). Driving from Detroit to Austin without cruise control, power steering or company is a daunting task. But Pete kicked ass. On Saturday alone, he traveled 1,085 miles, only taking breaks to fill the gas tank.

He spent a rather frigid night (2:30am-8am) in the Walmart parking lot in New Boston, TX. He left Sunday morning after purchasing some groceries for the rest of his trip (no fast food!). He was back in Austin by 2:30pm yesterday, tired and extremely smelly. I was very happy to have him back, stinky feet and all!

As for future trips, hopefully neither of us will be traveling alone again. We're glued at the hip. Wait, that sounds dirty...