Diane did laundry. As far as I’m concerned, that’s a major accomplishment. And she does it a lot. I appreciate it.

We sat outside enjoying the cool breeze from the bay while everything got washed then I carried the laundry back to the RV. We had to walk all the way across the street to get it and fold it, so it fit in the basket she uses.

We walked Max and struck up a conversation with a young Navy Wife whose husband is a Submariner. They are staying in a large Dodge van they converted for use off the grid. Nice job. She’s from somewhere in Mid-West but I have no idea where specifically. I do know that they are here at Fiddler’s Cove because they had to leave a park on Point Loma that cost $35/night. Their 30 days were up but the husband’s scheduled deployment was moved out, so they came to Fiddler’s Cove and have to spend $70/night. Doesn’t make sense because they are parked on a pad and not connected to anything. Seems unfair.

Diane’s happy with her waterfront view.

The USS Iwo Jima (LHD-7) left port today which made Diane very happy. She thinks all those ships should have left port more than once while we’ve been here, but the departures have been few and far between.

This is one of our neighbors, a very serious 5th Wheeler Camper from Minnesota.

Max begging for a snack. We had lasagna and he wanted some. I explained to him that he’s Mexican (Chihuahua), not Italian, but he doesn’t listen.

Diane had to do a little brain surgery on Max’s newest toys. He shook it hard once and emptied the head all over the floor.

That’s about it for now.