After being up so early two mornings in a row, yesterday we spoiled ourselves and slept in, then spent an hour or so cuddling and talking before we got up. Those special times we give ourselves, before we get distracted by e-mail and phone calls and everything else, are our private little treasures.
I spent all day crunching words, working on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal. In fact, the only time I even went outside all day long was to walk down to the dumpster to throw away some trash just after dark.
While I was doing that, Terry was busy doing a hundred different things, and making it all look easy. I just don’t know how she does it. She fixed a delicious meal of roast chicken and crispy baked red potatoes. And there was enough chicken left over to make a soup of chicken and homemade egg noodles.
I got really tired, so a half hour before dinner was ready I stretched out on the couch for a short nap. Naps are another little reward I give to myself.
During the evening I took a little time off to watch some TV, cruised the internet for a while, then answered a bunch of e-mails that had come in while I was writing. One was from a fellow whose wife wrote me a while back asking my opinion of their motorhome’s tires. They had purchased a ten year old motorhome, with about 40,000 miles on it. The tires were original, and the wife had read several places that seven years was about the maximum for tires, even though the tread was still very good. I told her if it were my rig, I would want them replaced, and in fact we replaced the tires on our Winnebago when we bought it, even though they only had 35,000 miles on them.
The husband disagreed with me, and yesterday’s e-mail was to tell me that they had just rolled into Quartzsite after driving from northern Michigan, averaging 72 miles per hour all the way. He closed his e-mail by saying, “I’ll run them till they fall off, and then I’ll replace them. No reason to waste money buying tires until I need them.” Well friend, all I can say is, I hope when they do “fall off” it’s not literal. And I’m glad I’m not your insurance agent.
Here’s a tip for those of you who have been bugged lately. A while back I wrote that we had been invaded by stink bugs while we were at the Hershey Thousand Trails preserve, and again with Japanese beetles when we got to Florida. Blog reader Ernie Richard recommended we try Hot Shot No-Pest Strips and said they did a god job. We picked some up, and the results were amazing.
We hang one up when we’re out of the RV for a couple of hours or more, and seal it in a zip top bag when we come home. We were killing at least half a dozen bugs every day, and sometimes more. Since we hung one of the strips up, we will occasionally find a bug, but it’s rare. Thanks for telling us about them, Ernie!
Today will be more of the same as I continue working on the new issue. We’ll probably be leaving Florida some time in mid-to-late February, and I want them in the mail before then. Factoring in the time to get the papers printed and sent down to Florida from our printer in Michigan, I have plenty of time, as long as I keep at it.
Thought For The Day – Falling down is how we grow. Staying down is how we die.