I Have Webbed Feet!

Miss Terry always teases me about my Flintstone feet, because they are short and wide, and I can’t deny the resemblance to old Fred Flintstone of Bedrock fame. Well, except I have five toes on each foot, and I think Fred only had three. Well, I think I have five toes on each. I did the least time I looked, but let’s be honest I haven’t actually seen my toes in over 900 pepperoni pizzas, a truck load of Pepsi, and enough Dairy Queen chocolate milkshakes to float a battleship. But I’m assuming that they are all still there.

But even though I can’t see them, I’m pretty sure that by now, those same feet are webbed. They must be, because we’ve had so darned much rain here in Elkhart in the last few days that I think I have bridged the gap between mammal and amphibian. But I’m not complaining, in fact, I think they might come in handy if I ever fall out of my kayak and need to swim to shore. However, yesterday somebody complimented me on my nice tan, and I realized that what they were seeing was actually rust, so I think it’s about time the deluge stopped!

But unlike me, some folks refuse to grow old gracefully, as illustrated in this cartoon my friend Ann Moran sent me. Turn your sound up and click this link for your morning chuckle.

Last year we went to the Winnebago factory in Forest City, Iowa and had the seals replaced on both of our slide rooms because we had a bad leak at the front of the living room slide. That solved the problem until all of the rain this week, and now the darned leak is back again! 🙁

Yesterday we drove 90 miles to Allegan, Michigan to pick up the new issue of the Gypsy Journal from the printer. It rained all of the way up, and we bucked a headwind every mile. Of course, by the time we got turned around and were headed back to Elkhart Campground, the wind had changed direction and was hitting us broadside.

On the way back, we stopped at Phoenix Commercial Paint to say hello to our friend Michele Henry, and admired the custom full body paint job she had just finished putting on a Lazy Daze Class C motorhome. I think Michele said it was a 1999 model, but you couldn’t tell it from a new unit that just rolled out of the factory. Actually, yes you could, this one looked better!

This morning we plan to be lazy and catch up on some of the sleep we lost the last few days while working on the paper. And then it will be time to start tackling the mailing. I’ll get the new digital edition sent out to our subscribers, and Miss Terry will start stuffing envelopes for our different classes of snail mail subscribers.

It will take us a few days to get that all done, and then we plan to begin our winter travels. So you folks in Florida had better stock up on bailing buckets, sump pumps, and sponges, because Nick’s on his way, and he’s bringing his webbed feet with him! 

Thought For The Day – If at first you don’t succeed, do it the way your wife told you to the first place.

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