The nesting instinct gets the better of me and I tear the Casita apart.
I want to try sleeping on one side so I can put up a little table at the back window with a small seat on the other side. This will allow me to add one more tower of drawers on that side, too.
The success of this arrangement depends upon Spike.
Since there isn’t room on the narrow bed, which doesn’t deserve the name “twin,” somebody has to sleep on the cushion on the other side. And it ain’t gonna be Bridget, what with her pervasive separation anxiety. Hmmm . . . Maybe if I buy Spike one of those pricey dog beds meant for arthritic dogs. For tonight, I’ll put a pillow and comfy blanket over there to convince him it’s a special place for special dogs like him, not for the likes of Bridget.
In the midst of all this nesting, I hear, “Sue? Sue?”
It’s Raymond, one of my blog readers! What a nice guy he is. I show him my new arrangement, as well as my dirty dishes, and we talk Casitas. Raymond picked up his Casita a month before I did and he’s already towed it over 10,000 miles! He went searching for locations of childhood memories and found them, even though the recollections were some forty years old.
Raymond can vouch for the veracity of my blog posts.
While we sit in chairs on my patio rug, Spike attacks Bridget with an ear-licking frenzy. Raymond notices and says, “Oh look what Spike’s doing!”
I have to laugh. “You see? I don’t make this stuff up!”
Later, after Raymond and I say goodbye and I tell him, “Maybe out paths will meet again,” I sit with crew enjoying the late afternoon. A couple pulls up and parks on the opposite side of the pond. They build a campfire and get out fishing poles. It looks like supper is hot dogs roasted on sticks. The wife goes to the back of the car to get something.
“Well, I guess we won’t be having the beans,” she calls over her shoulder. (Voices carry well over water.)
“Why not?” the husband responds.
“Because you packed a garlic press instead of the can opener,” she informs him with a flat tone, like this is no surprise.
The husband says nothing, and she quietly goes back to her camp chair and sits down.
Their exchange strikes me so funny that I run into the Casita to laugh it all out!
Back to the new sleeping arrangement . . .
It’s not entirely successful. First off, Spike looks at Bridget and me cuddled up on our side of the aisle and starts wimpering. I go over and tuck covers around him and tell him what a nice bed he has. No dice.
So over he comes, making three of us on the narrow bed all night. Thank God I’m a side-sleeper. Bridget claims the space behind my knees and Spike takes the end of the bed where my feet really want to be. Oh well . . . we’ll adjust somehow.
It’s a big day at Al’s RV Service and Supply in Yuma!
Free coffee and doughnuts, fifteen percent off store-wide, and a sidewalk concert draw in hordes of retirees.
I look around the store and find an LED light I want, but the line is so long, I put it back. The doughnut was good though, and well-timed, because I ran off without eating breakfast.
Radio Shack is next door.
I ask for a DC cord for my laptop so I can plug it into the 12 volt outlet. Like everything tech, it’s not that simple. Oh no, you have to know how “big” a laptop you have. I show the clerk with my hands. He laughs and says, “No, how many watts . . .” or maybe he said volts, I don’t know. All I know is I didn’t have the cord that came with my laptop in order to know what DC cord to buy! Exasperating! I’m about to march right back over to Al’s and eat four more doughnuts.
But I don’t.
I go to the pet store for dog leads and they have red which I like. I ask the clerk for quarters because my next stop is the drinking water refill station I spied in the parking lot.
That task done, I zoom on over (what a joke, the traffic is terrible!) to Fry’s, which I always thought was an electronics store. This Fry’s is a grocery store and has everything imaginable, including a salad bar, and the seniors are lovin’ it! I gotta say, it’s kind of weird seeing nothing but old people (I know, like me!) all over the place.
Back at our camp, I put the groceries away except for the greens and a bag of radishes.
It’s getting so I never use the Casita kitchen sink. It’s so small.
I set up a wash station by the outside shower and clean the vegetables there. I pack them in a large freezer bag to store in the fridge.
I get the long-handled brush out of the Perfect Tow Vehicle.
I also get out the ladder and grab an old dish towel and some clothespins so I can wrap the head of the brush. The solar panel is coated with dust!
Well, well, well.
That’s enough exertion for one day! Time to sit and watch that guy over there watch his fish line.
rvsue1/5/12 . . . $0 1/6/12 . . . groceries $11.90, dog food $13.99, 5 gal. of drinking water $1.25, and 2 dog leads for Bridget to chew on and ruin $11.29