A new name, a good deed, and dreaming

What a surprise this morning when Robyn called and told me her family was coming out for a visit.  She, Dennis, and the girls haven’t been out to my site for two months.  That’s mostly because of their busy schedules, the hot and muggy weather, and the NEW POOL!    This morning dawned cool and overcast with intermittent showers, so it was a good day for them to come out.  Especially since I now have a working awning.

A couple of weeks ago, their youngest, Phoebe, started using the word belt.  At just about two years old she has a pretty large vocabulary, but, as is normal, she uses single words.  She hasn’t matured enough to put several words together yet.  Her older sister, Avery, calls me Grandma Bell, but Phoebe can’t do that yet.  So, we finally figured out that her name for me is “belt”.  If she sees a little white car, she calls out belt!    So, I’ve got a new name.  Maybe I should call her buckle??  People have called me many things in my life (some of them not printable, I’m sure), but belt?  I can think of worse things…

My nearest neighbors here at the campground only come on intermittent weekends.  When the raccoons took off with Emma’s water dish many weeks ago, I noticed that these neighbors always leave both their black and grey tank valves fully open as I went hunting for the dish.  Those of us that RV a lot know that leaving the black tank valve open is a major mistake.  The liquids drain out, but a pyramid of solid waste can build up in the black water tank, turn to cement, and cause a very unpleasant problem.  I finally had a chance this morning to broach this touchy subject with the husband.  He had no idea, and just assumed everything would drain out.  Chalk up one good deed for me!  

After my company left this afternoon, I perused my road atlas, and began dreaming about future travels.  I’m thinking that next summer I’d like to visit Gettysburg in Pennsylvania, and do the UP trip in Michigan that I couldn’t take this year.  I’d also like to get some fresh lobster on the coast of Maine, and maybe visit Vermont again.  Dreaming with my paper atlas book always perks up my spirits.

I bought a batch of gladiolas at the grocery store yesterday so I could enjoy their blooms.  They did just fine in my adjustable plastic vase until this afternoon.  You know how leggy gladiola stalks are, and about 3:00, the vase collapsed, and the water spilled all over the counter and floor.  I’ve now put them in a glass vase and inserted that into a bucket outside.  Hopefully the winds won’t be strong enough to knock them down again. 

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy