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Day 60 – Thrift Storing

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It was chilly this morning. Like 48 degrees! That is legitimately chilly. Actually, it was cold. So, I got to wear long socks, long pants, and two hoodies when I took Max for his morning walk. That was at 0730. Couldn’t quite see my breath so I was bummed.

Ok, it was 48.7 degrees. Picky, picky.

Walking briskly warmed us up a little, but it was still cold.

I did my normal morning routine to get my breakfast which is mainly to be quiet like a mouse, but that never works out. Something always makes a racket which Diane can easily hear. Thankfully, she doesn’t complain about it. Honestly, I think she’s OK that I make a little noise because by doing so she is reassured that I’m alive and moving. Even then I think in the back of her mind she’s prepared to hear the heavy thud I’ll make when I land on the floor for any reason. So far, that hasn’t happened. I practice that move when Max and I are home alone. Yes, I practice falling in the RV as quietly as possible. That’s kind of lame, I know, but what the heck. Gives me something to do. What will most likely happen is I’ll fall off the stairs leaving the rig and I’ll land on the gravel. I doubt if she would hear that so now I need to train Max to start barking when I fall to get attention. I tried to teach him to run back in the RV to the bedroom to bark, but he wanted to stay with me. Teaching him to bark is a challenge because when he does it voluntarily, he gets scolded a little. So, the best bet is for me to just lay where I land and wait for someone to show up.

You know, I’ve fallen a few times walking Max and I’ve never been concerned about getting back up but after writing it out like that, it’s suddenly something that kind of bothers me. Like, how long would I have to lay there until someone shows up and rolls me over to get my face out of the rocks.

OK. Enough of that.

The 1st thrift store Diane found was really nice. Max got to in and look around too. He loves to shop, and he gets lots of attention.

While Diane was visiting the 2nd store Max, and I stayed in the car and did some research about lunch. The one I found, Frank’s, was right up our alley. Here’s his reader board out front:

Here’re the t-shirts worn by the waiters and cooks:

I totally understand the T-shirt because it’s a pretty small place so they don’t want folks hanging around too long after they’re done eating.

Here’s what we ate. Diane had taquitos and I had a chicken fried steak:

After lunch we travelled to the 3rd stop on Diane’s list, but it wasn’t there. We took that as a hint that we’d apparently hit our thrift store limit for the day. So, we went back home. On the way, we stopped for this photo op that we’d seen on the way to lunch.

Kind of difficult to fathom that one, isn’t it? Makes one wonder a little about the history of Jerrie Blvd, right?

As soon as we got home, I immediately took Max for a well-earned walk. On the way back we saw a new neighbor pull in.

That’s the biggest Class C rig I’ve ever seen. It’s a Newmar from Alaska. He was parking the trailer that he apparently carries his car on. I’ll be curious to see what it is.

Now I’m going to rest before watching game 5 of the World Series.

Day 58 – Monday – Max Gets a Bath

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In our shower is a large skylight and on the inside of the bathroom door there is a large mirror. Normally we keep the bathroom door open at night to ensure one of doesn’t wander into the living area in the middle of the night to urinate. That’s never happened, but there’s always that chance.

During the night, having the door open isn’t a problem but when the sun comes up it gets pretty bright in the bathroom. The light is magnified by the mirror on the bathroom door and shines right into my bride’s eyes.

The logical thing to do is shut it in the morning, right? Well, doing that doesn’t work because I’m always the first one up and doing what I have to do in the morning results in kitchen noises that are annoying.

So, it’s either leave the door shut and not make a sound or leave it open and let the mirror shine in Diane’s eyes. I’m toast either way, so I opt to leave it open because there’s absolutely no way I can get the coffee going or make my breakfast without making noise.

So, to remedy the problem I figured I can cover the skylight with a precision-cut piece of foam that can be removed when we want light to shine in. Looked good in my head, and Diane agreed, so we toddled Walmart so see about that foam.

But first, I broke out the vacuum cleaner hair device and used the roto zip attachment to grind down Max’s toenails. He didn’t mind at all which surprised us.

Before you knew what was happening, it was done.

Walmart didn’t have any foam.

So, we stopped at Arby’s because it was time for lunch, and we were hungry. Since we had Max with us, we chose to eat in the car, in a shady parking lot. I suppose we could have taken Max in but eating in the car seemed to be the more prudent choice. Max always gets treats from strangers when he tags along so we weren’t worried about him being hungry.

After lunch, we wandered over to Lowe’s and they had the foam I was looking for. We got it and headed back home.

Diane dropped me and Max at our front door then took another trip to the commissary to make sure we wouldn’t go hungry during the week. She always likes to stay a little ahead of the game when it comes to food because you never know when famine will strike.

Now all that’s left on the list is to give Max his bath. He’s about 1.5 weeks late on that event.

I have to report that my little arms and back are beat up and sore after the contortions I put them through installing that new faucet the other day. I have a couple of new hematomas and a variety of nicks and dings in addition to muscle fatigue. But, I can still kneel down and get back up. It hurts a bit, but I can do it.

The day ran out while watching the Dodgers win the 3rd game against the Yankees. One more to go. Because of that, Max didn’t get his bath tonight as planned. I did, however, get rid of his eye boogers. He seemed to be happy about that.

Now I must take my shower and retire for the evening.

Twenty-Third Day – Monday

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Today there is a definite change in the weather with fog all over the place. It was pretty dense until noon when it warmed up and lifted so we could actually see all the way across the harbor. I should have taken a photo, I know, but I forgot to stuff my phone in my pocket before taking Max out on a marathon walk down the beach. It wasn’t really on the beach but it’s a path through the sand next to the water so that counts. We walked 1.67 miles. I know that’s true because I counted my steps. There were 4200 of them and I measured my step at about 2 feet. Close enough. Max took many more steps than I did mainly because he doesn’t walk in a straight line. He’s very much a zig-zag walker.

As I sit here, the breeze is blowing gently, and Diane spied the USS Michael Monsoor (DD-1001) returning to port. She missed it last week when it went out and was bummed.

She enjoys watching the ships come and go without having to be concerned that I’m on one of them. It does, however, conjure up many memories of days gone by.

Diane is the only one who worked today. She did the laundry. I helped a little, but I’m not allowed to do laundry unsupervised because of previous infractions involving one of Diane’s favorite sweaters. It was pretty bad. I had no idea an entire sweater would fit in the lint trap of a dryer. Lesson learned.

She also vacuumed up a mess of Max hair that he isn’t shy about sharing. I think we should save it and make him a pillow, or four. From the amount of hair, he loses one has to wonder how he isn’t bald.

The day ended with me watching the Monday Night Football game between Cincinatti and Washington and Diane watching The Voice. Now I know why we have 2 TV’s. I heard her laughing in the bedroom so The Voice must have been pretty good. I probably should have watched that, but I couldn’t change the channel. Diane took my remote with her.

Actually, that’s a blatant lie. I had the remote. I just don’t know how to use it. Diane always changes the channels. I just call out the numbers.

Time to quit.

Thirteenth Day – The Dish is Fixed!

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It’s been a good day. We went shopping at a Walmart Super Store for some food to replace what seems to have gone missing over the past few days. Then we went back to Camper World to get a new Wally because I was convinced that the old one took a beating in all the heat it suffered.

Once home I carted all the new food inside and Diane, like a magician, found places for all of it to reside. A couple of the items she got was some dead chicken pieces and a bag of frozen stir-fry veggies. While she lounged around on the patio with Max, I cooked all that stuff for lunch, and it was OK because that’s my job. I’m the cook. She cleans. I love the tradeoff. So does she. Thankfully it was good. She said so.

After eating all that dead chicken Max thought, it would be nice if he got to go for a walk because he had to stay home and guard the RV from intruders. He’s good at that because he’s such a scary little guy. Having said that, I’d bet he didn’t bark even one time while we were gone because he was asleep. I’m going to install a camera and see if that’s true.

Once we returned from the walk Diane gave me permission to install the new Wally and see if our life without TV was going to change. Before calling the designated number to activate the new Wally, I hooked it all up, paired the new remote to Wally, and it started going through its paces without me having to do much of anything as it moved through the process. All I had to do as wait for the que to dial the number and finish it. The end result proved to be the solution to our on-going dilemma we’ve experienced on this trip. Everything worked perfectly. We’ll never have to leave the RV at all except to get food. Life is good.

As the sun started going down Diane pried herself out of her patio chair and did a few loads of laundry so now we have clean towels, and I have my underwear back. I was running low. Tomorrow it will be sheets and some other stuff that doesn’t concern me.

Just as we were fixing to sequester ourselves in the RV to watch TV, we saw some interesting boats in the middle of the bay moving slowly with blinking red and amber lights. Diane said she’d seen then earlier zooming to the south in a line, going like the wind. This time they were heading back to the north. As we watched them, we became aware of small green and red lights bobbing in the water, moving very slowly toward us.

In the bay next to the RV park is a large docking facility for some really fancy boats. It’s owned by the Navy Yacht Club San Diego that has use of buildings in the park. I know that’s true because I’ve seen the signs.

As the lights moved around the bay, steadily moving north, the smaller lights migrated into the space between the bay and the docked yachts and the RV park. It wasn’t long before everyone in the park was standing/sitting along the edge of the water watching what was going on. As the sun set, the lights were easier to see.

Considering where we are, in very close proximity to base and beach where advanced Navy Seal training is conducted, I presumed the small lights in the bay were tethered to swimmers making their way from the southern end of San Diego Bay (Imperial Beach) back to the base from which they embarked. My presumption was adopted as truth by all the people surrounding me, that we were watching future Navy Seals at work. It appeared their objective was to transit that small space between us and the moored yachts without lights, in the dark. I have to admit that it was only Diane and me standing behind our RV, but many others were drawn to the drama taking place in new technology. There were no bubbles that would indicate a swimmer so they must have been using either rebreathers or some sort of technology that allows the escort boats to wirelessly send them oxygen via the tethered lights. They came toward us then moved away but always moved north to circumnavigate the docked yachts. It seemed they were doing this for our benefit, but in truth, it was probably Special Forces testing fancy stuff. I think everyone agreed that this was far better than listening to them firing weapons all up and down the beach for hours before quiet time – 10 pm.

I’m convinced I’m right, as is Diane. It was a display of Seals at Work. Amazing.

In case you’re wondering, my arm still hurts, and I took the bandages off to relieve pain from the swelling. It’s not bad but removing the bandages helped my attitude. Diane read the paperwork sent home with me from the hospital and learned that I’ve been advised to see my primary care doctor in a week for follow-up. So, I guess we’ll either have to fly home next week, or head home now since it took us a week to get here. That decision will be made tomorrow.

Good night.

Max

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Just got my hair done and need an opinion about the style. I think it’s a little too curly for my rugged nature.

Found a new series on Paramount + that you might like. I plan to binge watch it the next time I’m left alone for a while. Of course, one of my humans will have to dial it up before they leave because I have a real problem with remotes – there are three of them. Maybe if I hold a pencil in my teeth, I could push just one button at a time. Yeah! That might work!

I can do this all day. She’ll cave and put the plate on the floor eventually.

I got to meet some new humans the other day, Brian, Kelly, and Annie. I think they’re related to my primaries in some way. They just showed up in our driveway the other day. I don’t know why, and no one told me they were coming. I’m apparently out of the loop about this stuff.

This is Brian, Kelly, and Me.

And this is Annie, and Diane. You already know Diane. She’s the other primary human I live with.

Sadly, my other primary human, who takes all the photos, didn’t put a lot of thought into getting a photo of all three of them together. How dumb is that? I think he’s getting really old. I heard the other day that he’s like 560 years old in dog years.

Maybe he’ll remember next time.

RV Troubles & Other Stuff

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I just realized, like just now, really, that I’m on the verge of failing my 2024 resolution already. And it’s only the 8th! I suspect that some of you might disagree with the “on the verge” claim and, instead, believe I’ve already exceeded the self-imposed timeframe for failure. For those of you on that side I submit that whatever rule I imposed is subjective meaning that I can change it any time I want. So, I’m still OK here.

It’s cold out there. Wet, too. Because of that double whammy it’s an adventure to take Max for a walk. My raincoat actually keeps me dry but Max’s raincoat is more like a sponge. I think it’s more of a coat to keep him warm instead of dry. But, that’s all he has. Considering the weather, I think Diane should do a little shopping and get something that’s a little more waterproof for the little guy. Don’t you? Maybe after she reads this, she’ll do it.

It might be a good idea to get him one that serves as a life jacket, too, because the creek out back is getting pretty high, almost to the point of overflowing into the yard. Keeping Max dry is our problem, not Max’s. He likes the water and doesn’t care how high it gets.

It’ll go back to normal eventually. Thankfully, he hasn’t fallen in while it’s running this high and fast. He’s not afraid of it but he respects the potential disastrous results should he venture in for a swim. I’ve had talks with him about that and I think he gets it. If he falls in my only recourse would be to make a beeline to the point where Milton Creek joins the Columbia River. That’s only a couple of miles away. If I miss him there then he’s getting a trip all the way to Astoria, another 60 miles. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to be dog-paddling that far. So, he keeps his distance.

We were going to make a trip to the coast later this week to watch the King Tides, and maybe see a couple of whales on their way south, but the rain, and the forecast for more rain isn’t encouraging. I know, we’re Oregonians and we love the rain. That’s true. But we don’t have to go out a play in it like we did when we were 7. Did I mention that it’s cold, too?

We’ve been dealing with RV woes for the past couple of months, trying to get new weather stripping around the slides and seal up a couple of leaky spots that annoy us. Nothing catastrophic, just annoying. I took the RV to a local dealer who recently moved to St. Helens from Gresham (I think) and explained what I was hoping to accomplish, and they gave me a quote for “about $700” which I thought wasn’t too bad. Labor’s the biggie at $159/hr. After they had it for about a week I was called and told the job is done and I could go get it.

I was happy to do that because there’s a huge mattress in the garage that needs to go back in it so we can park the truck inside. When I got there, I paid the bill, then I went to get in and take it home. First, however, I checked the items I had address to see how it was done and discovered that, gee, it wasn’t done. I know, should have checked first, right? True, but I’ve had other items fixed by them since they moved in and trusted them.

The Reader’s Digest version is that they addressed all the issues but didn’t finish any of them. The bill was over $900. I received assurance that all the discrepancies I pointed out while serving as their QC guy would be fixed at no additional cost to me.

Another week goes by and I get another call to come get the rig because the work was done. I paid them a visit and let them know I was going to check it out. The maintenance supervisor went with me. I checked all the items I’d previously address and found that it still hadn’t been addressed and the main leak in the driver’s area was worse than ever.

Another week trickles by and I get another call to come check it out and find that the leaks have stopped, the floor was dry, but the gasket around the main slide was still in the “partially fixed” stage. The same stage it was in the first time I was called to claim my finished rig. I personally pointed it out to them 3 times what I figured should be done and was obviously ignored. The lead tech acknowledged the failure on their part claiming that the guy he had working on it was focused on the leaks, not the gaskets. I believe he might finally understand that Jerrie isn’t pleased as he headed for the exit.

That’s where I left this mess last week sometime and I’m waiting for them to call me again to report completion. Diane told me to be stern and “don’t pay them another dime” or else she’ll go talk with them and it won’t be pretty. So, to keep from having to scrape up some bail money for her, I need to follow this to the end all by myself.

Looking forward to the next phone call reporting completion of this project.

This is the rig, you may recall, that we took on that Utah trip, pulling a big Silverado. It worked great but I decided during that trip that I’m getting too old to drive something this big.

So, not long after returning home we bought a replacement that we can tow behind the Silverado. Makes more sense, right?

Now, on another note, did you know that the front glass on an iMac is held in place by magnets and that the LCD screen is secured with only 8 teeny, tiny, little screws.

I’ve always wondered what the insides of this thing looked like.