The beat goes on…

Well, my latest estimate is that the earliest I’ll be leaving the repair parking lot is next Wednesday.  Even though the needed diagnostic tool was ordered with overnight delivery on this Wednesday, someone at the shipping company screwed up, and it wasn’t sent out until today.  Since it’s Friday, that means it won’t be delivered until Monday.  Then, after the analysis, parts will no doubt have to be ordered.  The optimistic view is that they would arrive and be installed on Tuesday.  I’m not holding my breath. 

Since I dumped the tanks on Sept. 12th  and it is now the 23rd, the holding tanks are filling up, and the fresh water tank was on the low side of 1/3.  Austgen helped me fill the fresh water today, and on Monday, they will somehow get the rig to a dump station here.

This afternoon, I decided that since I’ll be here at least another five nights at this marvelous site, I was going to put out the DISH.  Might as well be able to doze off listening to the Walton's each night from shows I’ve DVR’d.  At least there aren’t any trees to obscure the satellite signal. 

This little adventure has also been a learning experience for me as to how much I can do on 20 amps of electricity.  Turns out I can use the computer, run the fridge, have propane heat, and run the TV without blowing a fuse.  So far, so good.  I heat the water once a day on propane, and should be good as long as I get out of here before the snow flies.

I emailed Stephanie at Anahuac NWR today to let her know that an Oct. 1 arrival is very doubtful. 

I can’t wait to get there to change the view out my front window.  I’m also hoping that the 18 wheeler traffic will lessen through the parking lot because of the weekend.  Perhaps there will be an apple festival or something that Emma and I can attend this weekend.  I really need to find somewhere to take her on a long walk.  The patch of grass in front of this facility is just loaded with sand burrs, and she ends up limping along with one foot in the air each time I take her out.

My brother, Kurt, called me last night with a question about one of our ancestors.  He’s into genealogy, and I’m not.  I doubted I could help, but when he asked how adopted Great Uncle Herman lost his leg way back in the early 1900’s, I actually knew the answer…in a bicycle accident!  That’s why my mother was never allowed to have a bicycle growing up, and never learned to ride one.  My grandfather said she could have a pony, but not a bicycle.  I suppose in those days you could keep a pony in the back yard around Humboldt Park in Chicago.

Enough rambling for tonight!  Goodnight, John-Boy…

Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later,  Judy