September 26: Hunkered Down in Cheyenne

Tomorrow will be my third day sitting on the side of the road as my diesel heater remains in pieces, tools cover my countertop, and everything else is piled on the couch. The universe appears to be using blunders and time constraints to keep me here. It might be coinciding with a mix-up in my meds that won’t be resolved until Monday. Or to save me the price of a tank of fuel, purchases at the farmers market, and a restaurant meal to help offset what I will owe the mobile RV repair person who is fitting me in between other calls.

I had been enjoying the many parks in town, getting reorganized, and looking for some kind of sign for where to spend the winter. Until then, I will continue on the path I had laid out just before coming to Cheyenne … until something changes. I’m running through various parking lots for a third time, biding time until the heater works. And as it happens again, everything (tarot pulls, astrology, the energy spent to remain sane …) points to the same thing: this is a time for me to pause, balance, rest, have patience, and take a deep breath. And that’s sometimes all I get done in a day. Other days I might want to get my laundry and my grocery shopping done.