My brother-in-law, Ken, has always said that RV ownership is not for the financially timid. That has certainly been true for me this spring. Numerous battery issues resulted in a week at a dealer's shop and the purchase of two new house batteries and a new chassis battery, plus a converter. When the very nice and competent technician walked me through what they needed to do, the first thing he pointed out were issues with the front tires--what he called "blowouts waiting to happen" and explained that they don't sell tires, but that it was the biggest problem Agatha had. So when I got her back, we headed for a local tire and repair place to get that done. The tire guy told me I needed to keep covers on them when it is parked. and I ordered those. My bank account is dizzy with the withdrawals.
Since I was grounded this month, I have made several half-hearted attempts at projects that need doing around here. Last weekend daughter Kate came for a visit from West Virginia and son Andy from Illinois. We celebrated Andy's birthday Saturday and I felt very lucky to have not only two of my three children here, but also three of the eight grandchildren--scattered across the country.
Since I was grounded this month, I have made several half-hearted attempts at projects that need doing around here. Last weekend daughter Kate came for a visit from West Virginia and son Andy from Illinois. We celebrated Andy's birthday Saturday and I felt very lucky to have not only two of my three children here, but also three of the eight grandchildren--scattered across the country.
But, back to the projects. The next day, Andy began working on the deteriorating back steps on the deck. I was his assistant. It brought home to me the desperate need to organize the workbench in the garage. Things were piled so deep that I couldn't find the crowbar or brackets we needed or even a hammer. Yesterday I spent a couple of hot sticky hours trying to bring some kind of order to the area. I made no attempt at the plethora of small bins of screws, nails, drill bits, etc., but at least cleared off the top so that there's a place to set things down while you look for something else. I did find the crowbar but not the sander I've been looking for for a month. Several treasures emerged though; including a pair of WWII aviator goggles Butch had obtained somewhere.
Next week, Agatha and I will head for Ledges State Park for a Midwest Glampers' frolic. I feel like an athlete must feel when recovering from an injury enough to get back in the fray.
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