Monthly Archives: December 2024

Day 122 – Tuesday – Happy New Year

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I’m getting that out of the way up front, because I’m old and won’t be awake when the ball drops. Here in Tucson, they have a Taco Drop. I suspect that’s downtown where we won’t be going.

A lot of fireworks have been going off for the last couple of hours and I assume it will build to an astounding climax at the stroke of midnight. Can’t wait.

Max is really distressed by all the noise which enforces our belief that he was subjected to violence in his past. I offered him a trip outside, and he refused. So, he’s inside till it’s over.

Today was a busy one for me. My one and only task was to fix the bus door so it will open easily. I’ve done this in the past and it seemed to be fairly simple and I actually remembered how to do it. Unfortunately, my experience the first time involved only the bottom strike plate but this time I had to also include the top one. This was new territory for me.

To access the area I needed to adjust required me to remove the front panel and the piece of metal that holds it in place. Seems simple enough, right? It is, and I quickly got to the proper 7/16″ nut I needed to tighten. After doing so, I checked to ensure it still seemed to work like it should.

Then I shut the door. And then it wouldn’t open.

Diane was still inside but she couldn’t open it either.

With the door closed it was extremely difficult for me to access the inside portion of the door. Thankfully, I had the driver’s window open so could Max visit with the neighbors when they come and go. I got the ladder I purchased somewhere in California, after losing it in the Valley of the Rogue RV Park when I went over an exceptionally tall speed bump, and used it to climb in the window.

Getting in was easier than I thought it would be. I attacked the door with the screwdrivers I brought with me but they didn’t help. So I had to crawl back out the window to get different tools. That was the tough part. Getting out. I fit through the window OK but getting onto the ladder was tricky and I almost fell a couple of times. With more tools in hand, I went back in. I wasn’t as easy as the first time. The neighbors were keeping an eye on me in case an ambulance was necessary. I had to get in and out a few times and wound up with new hematomas on my arms and legs, but I didn’t fall.

Finally, I found a guy on Utube who had the same problem, but his door was open. Turns out there’s another 7/16″ nut on the top striker that needed a few turns, too. Getting to it was tricky because the window frame in the door had to be loosed to access it. Once there I was able to release the top latch and get the door opened.

Diane was happy because she could now go to the commissary and get us more food. That was important. Before she got back, I was able to get both nuts tightened and the door worked like brand new. I was very happy and enjoyed reinstalling the 35 screws that were still laying around. I found most of them and got most of empty holes filled and replaced some of them in the window frame with new shiny ones that I got from Harbor Freight last week for some reason. How handy was that?

Diane showed up shortly after my happy dance and I helped her restock the shelves with new food. By this time, I was pretty sore from all the banging around I did crawling in and out of the window and I’m sure I’ll find more bruises tomorrow. But it’s done. And it works.

Now we can go to bed because we watched the ball drop in New York. That makes it officially 2025.

Christmas is over and Diane’s snowmen have been packed away .

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Day 121 – Monday – Prepping to Move On

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Today was supposed to be the beginning of our trip north. Some of it got done, some didn’t. Most importantly, we visited Lazy Days RV We Fix Everything That Is Wrong With Your RV, or more simply Lazy Days RV WFETIWWYRV, Place. All we want them to do is drain the bus’s radiator and refill it with the proper amount and mixture of coolant. At this time the engine is being cooled with mostly tap water. The reason? Mostly because I’m lazy, and I forget that it needs to be addressed. Some of you may remember the Great Catastrophe I created in Nevada a couple of years ago where the bus overheated and I foolishly took the radiator cap off before the engine cooled down. It was pretty exciting for some of us. Had it not been for the quick thinking of our travel partners I would have been scarred for life, literally. Because of them, although I had been drenched head to toe in boiling hot water, I have no scars. But that’s a story already told. If it interest you, there’s a post about it somewhere in the past.

The visit to Lazy Days was to arrange a visit so they could rectify my neglect and hopefully resolve our overheating issue when we drive up long hills. Diane had the brilliant idea to make our first stop after leaving the Bone Yard, a place that could fix it. So, now we have an appointment on January 8, 2025, to do just that. When done, we’ll hook up the car and buzz on up to Luke AFB in Phoenix. Lazy Days is conveniently located just a few miles away, close to I-10 that will lead us north. It’s really nice to have a partner like Diane. Everyone should be so lucky. Thank you, my Love.

After making those arrangements, we stopped by Culver’s to pick up something for lunch. I had shrimp and Diane had Halibut. We took it home to eat.

Two other tasks on my list was to call the Family Camp at MCAF 29 Palms and beg for a place to park next month. That didn’t happen because I forgot until too late. Now we must wait until next year to make those arrangements.

Lastly, I was to call Hudson Garbage Services and discover why we have a credit on our account. This has happened before. The reason is because, for some there were times when it seemed right to pay them every month, like a normal bill. But, Hudson only requires payment every OTHER month. There have been times when we’ve had over $500 credit because of this. Diane called it our Hudson Garbage Savings Plan. You’d think I would learn, right?

After that, the day should have peacefully into the sunset. But, it didn’t.

When Diane was neck deep in laundry, something I normally help with, I was called by one of our neighbors to help install her new TV. Once that was done we had to hook the TV up to the Bone Yard WiFi. Then she needed help getting her car off base so it could be towed to the closest Honda dealer for repair. All of this resulted in Diane doing all the laundry by herself.

Finally, we wound up back at our bus to greet the evening with some downtime. She certainly earned hers. Me, not so much. I had this guilt complex about not sticking around to do my job. I suspect I’ll get over it eventually. Maybe by the time we pull anchor and sail off to Lazy Days on the 8th.

I have no photos to share about all that happened today but here’ one from December 19, 2016 that’d kinda cool. It’s Diane’s 38th birthday cake.

Isn’t she lovely?

Be safe.

“Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

Day 120 – Sunday – Kitt Peak National Observatory

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Today we took a ride across the dessert toward Ajo. To get there, oddly enough, we had to take the Ajo Highway. It’s also Highway 86. We had no plans to go all the way to Ajo because it was further than we wanted to go, and Diane wanted to get home before dark. There’re coyotes out there, too.

On the way she saw a sign for Kitt Peak National Observatory, so we voted 2-1 to take that side trip and we were glad we did. It was a 12-mile trip on Highway 286 to this complex facility, but it was perfect for getting a look at the valley floor we crossed. We also saw got to see most of the structures scattered around on top of the mountain, but we could only go in the gift shop. Those are always open to the public.

Our destination.

We got to look through a telescope made specifically to view the sun. That was very interesting, as was the gentleman providing information about it.

It’s not often one gets an opportunity to view the sun directly. We could see the flares flying off the edges that were a million miles long. There was another eye piece that allowed us to see the sunspots as well as the true color of the sun.

He held on to Max while we looked.

I didn’t get his name, but he was stationed on the USS Midway CV-41 while in the Navy so I trusted him with Max. Also, Max thought he was OK, too.

One of the most interesting things up there was the hot air balloon they use to get you high enough to see the entire town they built on the mountain. The balloon was tethered to a winch so it wouldn’t fly away. Thankfully, it was very calm, so I was a snap to get a clear photo without having to hang on to the basket. The only building not in view was the Safeway that’s located to the left, just out of range. Pretty amazing stuff. If it had been open today, I’d’a bought a sandwich.

In the welcome center, the bldg to the left in the above photo, is a portion of the visitor’s log with some pretty important people listed.

I wanted to add our names to the list of visitors, but they couldn’t find it so we couldn’t. I left them our names just in case it turns up.

In the parking lot was this government Equinox that has a dent on the back kinda like ours. For a second I thought they had been to our house and backed into our garbage cans.

On the way back to the valley floor Diane let me take photos of the scenery.

Once we made it to the valley floor, we stopped at a McDonald’s for a sandwich then we went home and ended the day. I took Max for his customary walk, but we got to the end of our row and he heard a man talking which must have triggered a bad memory because he immediately ended the walk and made it clear that we were going home. All the while he was looking over his shoulder as we walked away from his voice.

Blessings to you all.

Day 119 – Saturday – Pottery Shopping and an F-4

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There wasn’t much going on this day. I like NCAA football but no one was playing that interested me. The game I’m waiting for is the Rose Bowl on New Years’ Day between Ohio State and Oregon Ducks. The talking heads on sports don’t give Oregon a chance to win any more games because all the other lower ranked teams are better in their eyes. It’s kind of interesting that unbeaten Oregon didn’t rate even one player to be worthy of selection for First Team All American. Nope. But they had a couple selected for Third Team. So, obviously I’m very curious to see how things go.

Not watching games meant we could go do something meaningful, like shopping for Mexican pottery. The first place we went in downtown Tucson was a boutique kind of store that had really nice things from southern Mexico, and they were pretty spendy. Not what Diane was looking for, but fun to look at. The second place was like hitting the jackpot. There were thousands of pots of all shapes and sizes in addition to the greeters at the entry.

Here are a few of the many tables scattered throughout the venu.

If you were looking for a special pot you could surely find it here, and she did. But, there is no photo of it because she chose a square one. I’d go take a photo of it now, but it’s in the car. And it’s dark outside. And, I think I heard a coyote. Maybe tomorrow.

On the way back to the bus, Diane pulled over so I could take photos of the aircraft on display around a huge parade ground on the base. I wanted a photo of one specifically for Les because in his stint with the Air Force he used to work on them when he was stationed in a foreign country.

So tell me, Les, is this the right model?

There were a few other planes there, but this is the one I was after. Now I must wait for Les to see this so he can let me know if I did good. Might take a while because I don’t know that he even reads these things.

That’s about it for this day.

Day 117 – Thursday – DVR & Toenails

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This morning, I apparently, magically, fixed a DVR issue with our Dish. As you may know, we’ve been binge watching NCIS and last night watched season 9 episode 22 from 2012. At that point in the menu NCIS stopped and gave us SWAT. Up to this point all the episodes have been in sequence so it was perfect for lazy people to keep up. We needed episode 24, but it wasn’t showing on until Saturday. At 0700. That meant it needed to be recorded.

Any attempts to set the DVR to perform that duty failed because the DVR was not recognized. We knew that was only partly true because we could till watch shows that have already been recorded, but we couldn’t set new recordings. That meant today my primary objective was to make it work again.

I’d already reset the receiver a couple of times, but the results didn’t change so I got on my phone and started a chat session with Dish. I like doing the chat instead of phone calls because I can understand the written word better than the spoken word. That’s not always true, but statistically I have better results with chatting.

I got someone on the line before I gave it one more try. By the time I was all signed in I discovered that somehow the problem went away last night, and it now works perfectly. I thanked the chat person and ended the session. Then I gave the remote to Diane who promptly called up the desired date/time/show and set it to record. She did this from her seat at the dining table, a full 25 feet from the TV! That’s another win for me because until a few days ago the Dish remote barely worked from 5 feet away. Amazing what new batteries can do in situations like that.

Now that the DVR works again, Diane can add to the library of Hallmark Christmas movies that have been recorded previously. She’s a happy camper and will probably be smiling throughout the day.

Pretty much as soon as Diane got up this morning, around 0900 or so, her feet have been marinating in a solution of hot water and Epson salts. The purpose for this was to make her toenails soft enough for me to shorten then with the new wire cutter she got me. She will disagree, of course, because it came wrapped in a container that clearly marked it as a nail cutter, or trimmer. But, they look almost exactly like a small version of the wire cutters I have in my tool bag. She won’t let me use them, however, even though they are easier to hold and manipulate.

The signal for me to start working my way down to the floor to work on her toes is when the water gets cold. It got cold somewhere around 1030 or so. By then I was poised to work on the toes. First, I had to get back on my feet and dump the water in the toilet. Then I had to reassume my nail cutting position near the sofa. Before I started I remarked that I probably should have pulled the trash can a little closer and she agreed. So, I got back up, got it, then back on the floor. I suspect you’ve realized that doing Diane’s toenails is physically demanding on old bones. That’s OK. We’re saving $50 and she’s getting them trimmed exactly the way she wants them, not the way a paid whittler would do it. I suppose I could ask her to pay me but it’s really not necessary because she slips me a few dollars every once in a while, just for fun. That works. I hardly ever use real money, but it’s nice to have a cushion in my wallet in case I fall down. Again. I don’t know why I consider that a proper cushion because I never fall backwards. It’s always forward. I’d be better off wrapping my hands and arms in large pool noodles. On my knees would be good, too. Sadly, that’s the kind of things I consider as I’m falling. It’s been a while, so maybe I’ve advanced beyond that stage of my life.

I finished Diane’s toes successfully without even once making her bleed or yelp in pain. Except the one time I ventured too close to an ingrown nail. Other than that one foo-pah, I did good. She said so. I would have taken a photo but she’s very serious about keeping her toes anonymous. Even so, I’ve secretly named each one of them.

The only other things that happened today was a trip to the commissary for Diane, and a trip to Harbor Freight for me. I needed long screws for a repair project I can’t discuss and waited for Diane to return before venturing out on my own. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do that but the commissary was fresh out of long screws. So, Diane drove me to HF. Max was delighted because he loves car rides. If we let him out of the bus and gave him the choice of running willy nilly all over the park, or going for a ride in the car, he takes the car every time.

By the time we returned home it was time to cook dinner, so my screw project was deferred to another day. It might have to wait until next year. I’ll explain once I’m done and have achieved success.

I broke out the handy-dandy George Forman cooker and paninied 4 hamburger patties. Two of them were for Pat and Laurie next door. They were very thankful that we included them in our meal planning. Diane brought home a platter of good-looking patties from the commissary, and we wanted to try them. They seemed to cook up OK, but Diane and I found them lacking in smash burger flavor, so we won’t get them again. Pat and Laurie thought they were really good which made me happy even though I’m sure they were just being nice. Still, we’ll take the win.

After supper Max got a long walk then we watched a Hallmark Christmas movie and called it a day. It was getting very cold outside, so we closed all the windows before retiring. Normally we leave at least one window open a little so the bus can breathe.

A gift from Pat, our neighbor, her task while recovering from COVID. It’s very pretty.

Now, I’ll stop.

Day 118 – Friday – Off to See Roberta

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For this trip, we decided to leave Max home alone. We know he’ll be bored, but we’ll make it up when we return. I actually think he’s part bear, because he doesn’t really sleep, or play with his toys, he kind of hibernates. I’m guessing about that but intend to one day install a camera to see what he does when we leave him alone. We might be amazed to find out that he’s a super-hero who pretends to be a very nice dog when people look at him then becomes an unstoppable crime fighter when they look away. Quantum mechanics must be involved allowing him to shift back and forth as quickly as he does.

Before going on our trip to Green Valley I’m being forced to take my shower a day early. Actually, I’m a day late even though I was told I don’t smell bad. Yet. So, I’ll clean up and put on fresh underwear even though no one will see them unless I hurt myself badly enough that a trip to the doctor is necessary. Most people don’t know that any time you go to the emergency room, no matter what it’s for, they make you remove your clothes so they can confirm that you have clean underwear. There’s a check box on the intake form for that purpose. I looked.

When we left the bus, Max just sat on his pillow, hanging his head, looking as pitiful as he could, but he didn’t fool us. We knew he would shift to hero mode as soon as the crunch of our tires faded away.

We left a bit early to ensure we would arrive at the appointed time, so we took the long route. That means we stayed off I-19. I may have mentioned before that Interstate 19 is not really an “interstate” highway. It never leaves Arizona so it should be A-19. I won’t dwell on that but rest assured I’ll be thinking about it every time I look at a map.

The trip south once again took us through the vast pecan orchards that live in the valley south of the Tucson airport and north of E. Sahuarita Road. I’m guessing but believe I’m pretty close. Whatever the boundaries are, the orchards are composed of thousands and thousands of huge pecan trees. Maybe hundreds of thousands. There’s a lot of them. So many, I’m pretty sure there aren’t many available for planting anywhere else in the world. I’m pretty sure there’s a sign long one of the roads through the trees that has that written on it.

Once we got to Sahuarita, we had to turn left on A-19, heading toward Nogales. It wasn’t long before Veronica, our GPS, directed us to get off the freeway and establish a presence on the southbound Frontage Road on which we traveled until we made it to W. Placita de la Cotonia Street. That’s the street Roberta said she lives on. It has been about 70 years since we’ve seen each other, and we hadn’t communicated during that time, so we didn’t have any reason to not believe her. Surely after all this time she wouldn’t lead us astray, would she? No, she wouldn’t.

We found her home without any problem and drove in the driveway just as she was escorting two gentlemen out of the house. We were introduced to both of them but I only remember Ron. I think the other fellow was Bruce. That’s a guess.

As with most family members, Roberta greeted us as if we’d been missing for only a little while, not 70 years. It was a good reunion. Big hugs all round. Then we sat down a table on which she had her photo album displayed. Shortly, another person arrived, and we got to meet Jim whose grandfather was my uncle whom I have no memory of meeting. I knew the name, Knute, but to me he was just one of my Dad’s brothers who lived in California.

We sat around the table going through the photos, putting names to those we knew, and wondering about the ones we didn’t recognize. It was a great visit that went well into the afternoon until Max called and suggested that we return before he got a notion to chew on something. His call was a surprise because I didn’t know he had a phone. Huh.

Before leaving, i set up my tripod and took some photos from Roberta’s veranda to commemorate this joyous gathering.

This is me, Diane, Roberta, and Jim

Me, Roberta, and Jim

I didn’t get a photo of Ron because he left the party before I figured out how to get my phone hooked up to the tripod. I learned, from Roberta, that Ron came with the home when she bought it. Seems like they said he worked with the previous 2 owners, too. Kind of handy to have someone like Ron who’s been around long enough to know pretty much everything about the house and how to fix it.

After the visit we headed home using the same back roads that brought us here. Fortunately, we got home just about sun down, Max’s suggestion, and I took him for his walk right away. He’s about the best dog in the world. Really, he is.

It was a glorious day in Arizona.

Day 116 – Wednesday – Merry Christmas

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Here we are, counting down the days until we begin our trip North, to home. Only 2 weeks left here in the Bone Yard. We’ve been here for so long that everything seems quite normal. This is the longest we’ve ever parked in one spot.

Yesterday, we took a vote to see what our future travel plans might look like. It went something like this:
All in favor of camping in the future cover your left eye: 2 to 1 (Max abstained)
All in favor of not being full time Snowbirds blink 6 times: 3 to 0
All in favor of going to the beach any time we want bow your head: 3 to 0
All in favor of selling the RV nod your head vigorously: 87 to 2
(we used some proxy votes for this one)

So, next stop is Luke Air Force Base in Phoenix.

From there on we will continue moving north as the weather allows.

Should be fun.

Here’s Christmas morning in Tucson.

After a lunch of eggs and toast, we took a leisurely drive around the Tucson Mountains. To do this required that we transit the road to Old Tucson and Saguaro National Park West, roads we’ve been on before. Diane was actually hoping we were going to a park where Max could run freely. It was a really nice ride and it was fun to see all those Saguaro cacti again, but the end of this trip, according to the GPS, was Gilbert Ray Campground.

We drove around inside the park for a while but didn’t find any place where Max could run freely. The park is smack dab in the middle of Saguaro National Park West. Well, maybe not in the middle, but it’s imbedded in the park because Saguaro cacti are everywhere.

Since there wasn’t a place for Max to jog, I got out with him and prepared to walk along the exit road. First, I stopped at an empty campsite to check the electrical hookup and found that it was both 30- and 50-amp service. Diane did another search and discovered that this campground is only $35 a night. There is an RV dump and there are no showers in the restrooms. But when the sun goes down I don’t think there is any light pollution so star gazing must be incredible.

As Max and I walked to the back of that first site, a coyote calmly walked across our field of view about 20 feet away. I was a little astonished. Max didn’t see it. If he had I may have lost an arm is he’d taken off to chase this guy. Within seconds he disappeared in the underbrush. What fun. Max and I continued our walk while Diane followed along behind us. We quit about 1/2 mile down the road then got back in the car and headed out.

Instead of returning the way we got there, we took Gates Pass Road that goes over the Tucson Mountains back to the town proper. It was a very scenic trip.

This is about halfway up the road from the valley.

This is closer to the top, looking back to the valley, before heading down the other side.

Going down the Tucson side, looking at the north side of Tucson.

When we got home Max wanted to stay outside after that long ride This is how he communicates that desire.

When asked if he wants to go inside, he drops to the ground immediately if he wants to stay outside. He’s pretty creative that way.

That’s pretty much it for the day, except for the spaghetti dinner we made. No pics so you’ll have to trust me it was really good. It’s the first time we’ve had spaghetti this trip.

Since supper we’ve been binge watching NCIS from 2012. We’ve always liked the show but these are so old if we watched them then, there’s no way we’d remember. So they’re all brand new to us. Nifty.

Now I must stop.

Day 114 – Monday – Laundry (again)Today

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After a chilly start, this day turned out to be almost like summer in Oregon. We took our laundry up the street to our very own laundromat and sat outside the bus soaking up the sun while the machines did the work. It’s just a short walk – about 100 feet, or so. Maybe even shorter. I’ll have to measure it the next time I make that trip to ensure I’m giving you correct information. I know all of you rely on me for valid information, right?

Yesterday we were going to take a trip to Green Valley to visit with Roberta, my cousin. I’ve talked with her on the phone a couple of times recently and she figured we haven’t seen each other for about 60 years. Yes, 60 years. So, Diane and I were primed for the visit. Sadly, on Friday, our neighbors here in the Bone Yard told us that we’ve been exposed to COVID and needed to quarantine for a week or so. It was good to know so we don’t show up at Roberta’s and spread the good news to her. I called her right away to delay our visit just to make sure we keep it away. So far Diane and I are fine, but Pat and Laurie next door have a pretty nasty case of this critter. Diane and I have had all the vaccines so aren’t concerned about coming down with the virus.

Last night, right after it got dark, Max jumped up to his window, the one next to the driver’s seat, and went ballistic, barking at something running by the RV. Shortly after that we could hear the coyotes howling very close to us. So, technically, Max saved my life by letting me know it wasn’t a good idea to go outside. Actually, I had no intention to go outside anyway, but it was still good to have him warn me.

Now I must do some catching up on stuff that happened previously. Most important was Diane’s birthday lunch at Mama Louisa’s.

Sarah, our waitress, took our picture to commemorate this moment.

Diane had ravioli’s drenched in pesto sauce and she swooned on almost every bite. I guess she really liked them. I was very happy about that.

I was looking forward to some spaghetti ala carbonara but that’s not a menu item. I really like that stuff. But I settled for giant prawns, gently warmed in a buttery lemony concoction, and lovingly placed in a bowl of linguini. It was pretty awesome as a substitute. For some reason I didn’t take a picture of my meal which is unusual. I almost always take a picture of my food, even at home. I did, however, get one of the tiramisù that Diane got for getting older. It was pretty good, too.

The candle was lit when it arrived, and Diane blew it out before the shot. She put the candle back but we didn’t have any matches to relight the candle so you’ll have to squint a little and visualize a flame on the candle so you can enjoy the original effect.

I’ll end this with a photo of Diane’s snowman collection that she’s accumulated since we’ve been here. She finds them in the thrift stores and I gotta say they are pretty cute sitting there on the printer.

Yes, there’s a reindeer in there with a snow globe, and he’s cute, too.

We pray that all is well with you. Peace and Joy to you and your families during this blessed season.

Day 113 – Sunday – Foothills Community Market

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****Note: This is old post that never advanced past the “draft” stage. Now that I’ve found it, I must submit it. It was originally “Day 57” but, since today is Sunday, I made it 113. So, this is what you get for today. As for today’s current activities, if something happens, I’ll add a 113-2. As of this moment, there is nothing scheduled except “MAX Gets A Bath”. He doesn’t know that, yet, so don’t tell him. Sorry to confuse you, if I did. ****

The market was on the calendar, but that didn’t happen. It’s another 100-degree so being outside just didn’t seem like a good idea. Max disagreed but he’s got to learn that the universe doesn’t circle around him. Know what I mean?

So, the only venture we took outside was to get rid of the garbage. We always seem to have a bunch of that at the end of each day.

After deferring lunch in favor of a caramel apple, Diane left me and Max alone so she could visit one of her favorite stores – Ross. Since I was neck deep in a nap while watching the Chiefs vs. Raiders game, I had no objection at all.

Shortly after I woke up from the football game, Diane returned with her treasures. I helped her get it into the rig. That’s one of my main jobs. I got two new pairs of shorts and Max got two new chew toys. Like he needs more toys.

For supper Diane had a bologna and cheese sandwich with lots of mayo and one tiny drop of mustard on the bologna side. I had a salad with an avocado, all the lettuce, cauliflower, radishes, 2 tomatoes (they’re small), and french dressing.

I took this photo a couple of days ago when we returned to the base. I thought it was interesting that the speed hump signs entering the base let you know how high they are. I haven’t seen any like this anywhere in town. Why is that?

That was pretty much it for Sunday.