Motorhome weekends and everyday life do not always look the way we imagined. This week has been more about leftovers from our 60th birthday celebration, card games with Alfred, and thoughts about what my body is trying to tell me than camping trips and adventures on the road.
🇸🇪 Swedish version Husbilshelger, Monopol och en mage som säger ifrån
Motorhome Weekends and Everyday Life Can Wait a Little
There haven’t been many motorhome weekends lately, I have to admit.
But perhaps that’s not so strange. Last weekend was the birthday celebration, and this week has mostly been spent eating leftovers. I don’t think we’ll be eating chicken salad again anytime soon. Not that I ever thought I would say this, but I think tzatziki has had its moment for a while too.
This weekend we won’t be taking the motorhome out. Instead, we’re heading into town. My husband is going shopping for clothes using the gift cards he received for his birthday.
Motorhome Weekends and Everyday Life with Alfred
Yesterday I picked Alfred up after school.
It’s always such a joy having him here.
We played cards – both Uno and a Swedish card game called Skitgubbe – and I taught him how to play 500. Later in the evening my daughter came over and we played Monopoly.
Alfred won, of course.
I came last, despite buying properties everywhere and even owning one of those valuable city-center properties. It didn’t help. In the end, Alfred owned nearly all the streets and had almost all the money.
He is a very sore loser.
But I actually think he’s an even worse winner than loser.
I suspect he gets that from his grandmother.
Because his grandmother is a terrible loser who likes to make sure everyone knows exactly who won.
Motorhome Weekends and Everyday Life When the Body Speaks Up
Yesterday I ate red meat for the first time in quite a while.
Not much, just some minced meat.
But something tells me my body has had its fill of red meat. During the night I woke up with stomach pain and a feverish feeling, almost as if it arrived right on schedule.
Throughout the spring I’ve been experimenting a little. I’ve replaced most red meat with fish and chicken. A few times I’ve tried eating meat again.
The result has been the same every single time.
Red meat – stomach pain.
Fish and chicken – my stomach feels fine.
Is it all in my head?
No, I don’t think so anymore.
I’ve tested it too many times now, and the outcome has been the same every time.
Maybe my body is trying to tell me something worth listening to.
Reflection
Sometimes we think life has to be filled with big adventures to be worth writing about.
But perhaps life is mostly made up of moments like these.
A week of leftovers.
A motorhome trip that didn’t happen.
A grandchild winning at Monopoly.
And a body slowly trying to tell us what helps it feel well.
Maybe the most important answers are hidden in those ordinary everyday moments.
What has your body or your everyday life been trying to tell you lately?
Between the Lines – My Voice
This post is not really about motorhomes, card games, or minced meat.
It is about paying attention.
About noticing the joy in an evening spent with Alfred.
About laughing at my own competitive streak.
And about beginning to trust that our bodies often know more than we give them credit for.
Sometimes wisdom is no bigger than that.
Something feels right.
Or something hurts.
And we choose to listen.
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