It’s time to test the solar power components!
The solar panel isn’t on the roof of the Perfect Tow Vehicle yet. It’s still over at Baker’s RV. Bill, Kathy, and I can’t wait. Bill parks his Jeep next to the PTV and props up his solar panels. He links them together with alligator clips and a wire to the PTV. While we’re reading the volts on the remote meter, my cellphone rings. It’s Geri. “Can we come over? We want to see!”
I introduce Chuck and Geri to Bill and Kathy.
I proudly show off the work that’s been done so far. Bill and Kathy have to leave. Their shepherd mix, Holly, hurt herself when jumping up the step into their trailer. She won’t use her front right leg, and they’re taking her to the vet before the office closes.
Before Chuck and Geri drive off, they suggest I meet them at Cafe Groovy Gritz at six.
Great idea! It’s around four. I have enough time to write a blog entry. Once that’s done, I take Bridget and Spike for a walk so they’ll settle down while I’m gone. Who am I kidding. I give them their dinner, turn on the television, and give them both a serious talk about being good while I’m gone. Bridget starts to cry. Oh boy. I leave a light on for them, too.
Kathy and Bill are back from the vet.
As I’m heading to the PTV, I see Kathy. She tells me an x-ray was taken. The shoulder is not dislocated, as we all feared. It’s a bad shoulder sprain which should heal on its own. Holly has some pain meds and is already doing better.
The Gritz is warm and inviting.
Rob, the owner who surprised me with bagpipes on my birthday, is having a birthday himself. Geri, Chuck and I talk while munching on chile con queso. I order a Reuben sandwich with cole slaw and raspberry tea. What a sandwich! It is definitely the best sandwich I have ever eaten in my entire life. I wish I had one right now as I write this.
The next morning Kathy reports on the behavior of the crew while I was gone.
She says they quieted down soon after I left, and she didn’t hear them again until about an hour later. Then they fussed a bit for the second hour, not too badly. “They were pretty good.” Bridget and Spike are at our feet. Spike pays no attention, of course. Bridget is looking up at Kathy and me. Sometimes I think that little girl knows what’s being said. I hold her face in my hands and tell her what a good girl she is, which makes her scamper a bit.
Bill shows me a photo he took of the sunrise.
“Oh, I want to put that on my blog!”