We woke up to no water here at the campground yesterday morning. I called the office and the maintenance guys showed up quickly, but it was back on by then. Apparently the folks a few sites down were filling their fresh water tank and the pressure here is so low it could not reach us while they we doing that. We always keep our fresh water tank at least half full for this very reason. You just never know when a campground water line will get broken or you’ll be delayed by bad weather or a breakdown when traveling.
Little inconveniences like this are just part of the RV lifestyle and you learn to roll with the punches. If you can’t, you probably aren’t cut out for RV living. And it’s not for everybody, as an e-mail I got yesterday shows.
A couple who have been blog readers for a while began fulltiming the end of March and wrote to tell me that they’re done. They said on their first trip they had a flat tire and had to wait two hours for road service to arrive and change it. Then, pulling out of their first campsite they forgot to lower their TV antenna and snapped it off on a tree limb. Add to that a yappy dog in the RV next to them at one campground, having to spend a weekend parked in the lot at a garage after their water pump failed late on a Friday afternoon, and getting lost on a back road in Kansas that took them on a 30 mile side trip and it was just too stressful. “We’re not having fun and we’re very glad we decided not to sell our house and contents for a year,” they told me. In three months we have never had one day we enjoyed.”
I could have written back and assured them that these little speed bumps happen and you learn to deal with them. But if they truly have not enjoyed one day in three months of RVing they probably are not cut out for fulltiming. I just hope when they get back home their neighbors never have a loud party and the kitchen sink doesn’t clog up or they’re screwed.
When we were visiting my friend Phil Bosarge Friday he gave us a couple of fresh eggs courtesy of his chickens, as well as a couple of goose eggs. Phil said a goose egg is equal to three chicken eggs, and I believe it. Here it is, and by comparison, that’s a full size dinner plate the bowl is sitting on. Terry said she liked it better than the ostrich eggs we have had a couple of times.
I spent all day yesterday working on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal, something that will occupy most of my time for the next few days. While I was busy with that, Miss Terry filled a bunch of orders and then worked her way through a huge stack of paperwork. I am convinced that while we sleep cat burglars sneak in here and leave more of it every night. I wish they’d do me a favor and write a blog or two for me while they’re here.
Thought For The Day – If there is a wrong way to do something, then someone will find it.