Yes, Saturday is usually my day to indulge myself a little and watch college kids learn the joy of victory and the sadness of defeat. All at the same time. Things worked out for my mental well-being because my Oregon Ducks, who deserted the PAC-12 for the BIG 10, beat UCLA, also a PAC-12 deserter. I don’t think I’ll ever understand the reasoning behind these changes and that’s OK, the Ducks are still my team. My only complaint about the game was that it didn’t start until 2000 which means that it didn’t end until 2 hours after my bedtime. I stayed up until he bitter end, though,

During the day, while Max and I played with the TV remotes, and dabbled a bit with electricity, Diane went in search of some thrift stores in Coronado. I’m pretty sure she already knew where they were and drove right to them. That’s OK for her, but me and electricity, without supervision is illegal in my section of this family. I wasn’t too concerned, though, because it was only 12VDC. That’s not the stuff that will kill you outright. That’s 120VAC which I ensured was not in my vicinity.

What prompted this electrical expedition was that I discovered the digital antenna that resides on the RV roof wasn’t getting any power to amplify the signal to the TV. Consequently, though it found a bunch of channels, they didn’t work all that well. It didn’t take long for me to discover the problem after I took everything out of the electronic repository, a cabinet above my driver’s seat. What I found was the two wires connected to the antenna completely cut neatly, attached to nothing.

Before going on with this narrative, I must share that having the electronics (Dish receiver, A/V switch and bunches of confusing wires) above my head while driving is a hazard when we forget to close the door on that cupboard. I’ve been bonked on the head more than once when the Wally fell on me while cruising down the freeway. One cannot help but wonder how something like that could be so easily missed, but we do it often. I’m happy to report that I haven’t run off the road even one time when things fall on me at 60 mph. Nope. I’m a pro.

Just before Diane returned, I managed to get everything back in place and the antenna programmed so had I not included that in my narrative she would have never found out what I did. That’s OK. If this becomes a big deal, I’ll fall back on when I saved Max’s life by inserting myself into the middle of a dog fight. I still have the scabs.

G’night.