My husband, Ron Grogan, is battling his third round of cancer and decided that he wanted to take a trip west to Sante Fe, New Mexico, because he read that it is a photographer’s paradise. He is retired (I work a full-time job), so he packed up his car and left on the 7th of August, delaying his next chemo round until August 26th.
Ron had a great time, I believe he said he took something like 11,000 pictures. He visited Sante Fe, Albuquerque, Oklahoma City, Carthage, Missouri (home of the Precious Moments Chapel, I’m a collector), and Hocking Hills, Ohio. He took a jeep photo tour, train ride, hot air balloon ride, and a glider ride. Ron attended events, estate sales, auctions, and anything else that captured his eye.
When Ron pulled in on Monday at approximately 11:00 pm his car was loaded…trunk, back seat, and passenger seat and had newly tinted windows, another thing he had done while gone. He didn’t even start to unload until the next morning as I was leaving for work.
So, now my house is overrun with items we have to figure out where to put. A huge box of vinyl records…why? I don’t know. About 8-10 books he purchased for me, plus 3-4 for himself. Neat paintings of male and female Indians, plus an Indian blanket we are going to use as a bedspread/comforter on our water bed. Antiques he got in auctions, including an antique train book, two antique ice buckets and a wine/champagne chiller, vases, cruets, train cars, accessories, and I believe a model train to add to his set-up, plus a large box of Precious Moments figurines he purchased for me, and much more.
Before leaving for his trip Ron had approximately 115 T-shirts. I was constantly having to re-stack them to fit them onto the shelves in the closet. He came home with eleven (11) more. Now I will admit some of them are very cool, but where the heck am I going to fit them?
So ladies, be aware. If your husband is retired and takes a trip which you don’t participate in because you are still working, you have no idea the things they will bring home. Fun for him, clutter for me.