Happy New Year! We are home. We took the RV, the kid and the dog halfway across the country and back for the winter holidays. It was eight nights in five different locations and more than 1,600 miles of driving. Lots of holiday love from family and friends during a chilly late December in the Midwest.
“F—ing sharing economy,” I thought to myself as I turned the ignition key to the Zipcar a fourth time without any luck. I was supposed to be on my way to a meeting with someone whose time is more valuable than mine. An early start to a very consequential day at work. But now I was late.
Camping season is upon us! We have a rare moment with Roxanne in the driveway and all three of us home at the same time. So here’s a little explanation of how I see the three different types of camping trips.
We recently came back from our first summer stay at a private campground not connected to an amusement park. In fact, it wasn’t really connected to anything at all.
Sometimes, doing the right thing isn’t the easy thing. My trip to work Wednesday morning might be the perfect illustration of the point.
I ran the Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon yesterday. At 8:35 a.m., on a 30-degree day, surrounded by thousands of others, I was literally chasing minimalism down the middle of a downtown DC street.
I haven’t had a TV set in my house in about a decade. Last weekend, for about 10 minutes, I wished I did.
I reclaimed my nightstand this weekend. I had two goals for doing it: bust clutter and continue getting my electronics under control. Paradoxically, it took more electronics to do this.
It’s the perfect time of year for thinking about your stuff.
It’s 6:15 in the morning, predawn on a Saturday in Baltimore. The start of my last half-marathon of the year is 45 minutes away. My phone says the temperature is 40 degrees. But I’m comfortably warm and starting to type a blog post without any gloves.
Welcome to Roxanne, race support vehicle.