I am happy to say that today, Thursday, is our last day at "Camp Driveway" for a month or more. We will head out for San Diego, by way of Los Algodones, Mexico for a dental appointment.
Not for me. I decided to pay my American dentist big bucks because I had a complicating root splinter that had to be removed by an Oral Surgeon. I have no reservations about going there for simple work, but mine required several weeks of healing before the new bridge could be fit. In the future, if we are spending several months in Arizona, I might consider work that would take several visits over a period of time, but that wouldn't work for us right now. Craig's work is a one-visit procedure. We figure two and a half days of hard driving will get us there on Sunday. Appointment on Monday, and then over to San Diego on Tuesday.
For most RVers it is called "hitch-itch" The desire to get moving to the next place. I have to call it "cabin fever" because the Alfa feels so much like a permanent structure on our land. We have had more small fights about irrelevant things lately than I would like. We are not perfect!
I get negative about the house selling and exaggerate gloomy thoughts. Craig hates it when I'm an Eeyore.
I usually start a kerfuffle by questioning his way of doing something. I can't seem to keep my big mouth shut! He has done so much around the house and Alfa, and I still nag and question him.
I'm sure things will get better as soon as we are on the road. We both do want to do this, and we both are being worn down by the stress of having the house on the market.
Sometimes around the house too!
Enough about that.
It has been quite cold and rainy for the last two nights.
We noticed one interesting (to us) thing. In light or moderate rain you can only hear it in the back of the coach. It has to be coming down quit hard to hear rain in the front. We wonder if that is due to less insulation in the ceiling, although Craig says he could see lots of insulation when he replaced the vent above the bed.
[From Craig] Folks on the Alfa Yahoo Group convinced me that the roof is well-insulated everywhere, so that we can only hear large drops. There's a big pine tree behind our coach that "aggregates" (my word of the day :-) little raindrops into big ones, so that we only hear most rain in the bedroom.
The rain stopped this morning, so Craig got the tires, oil and batteries all checked for travel. I'm getting the wash done.
The sanitary dump place opens at ten, and after we are finished there we will be heading SOUTH! 628 miles in two and half days.
PDS? No, he would do it in much less time.
On to a new subject: I want to share a needlepoint project that I did this month. It is a 3-ring binder for my reservations and stuff that I keep next to the co-pilot seat. It is a little taller than a regular binder so it is easier to get in and out of its slot. The narrow pocket on the top of the inside is for a pen.
I'm working on more panels like these, but I'm not sure what I will do with them. I find the basic images on the web and draw them onto the canvas with a sharpie.
[From Craig] How did I manage to get all the way to retirement age without ever having owned or used a creeper?
Actually, I was a bit proud of this achievement, but it is no more. Our leveling jacks needed maintenance, and it went a lot easier with a creeper. I cleaned the inside column of the jacks with brake cleaner, then greased them. I should probably go under again and wipe most of the grease off, so that it doesn't accumulate lots of dirt.
