In spite of the cold wind that’s blowing across the Sonoran this early morning, Spike, Bridget, and I enjoy a long walk.
We’ve spent a lot of time inside the past few days in order to keep out of the wind. The solar panel has given me more than enough power for watching television and going online, and the Wave 3 catalytic heater has taken the chill out of the mornings.
I notice a strange phenomenon related to living fulltime in my little trailer.
This made me wonder how I’d cope with the confines of a 17-foot trailer, especially when the weather keeps the crew and me indoors.
I don’t know why, but I haven’t once had a case of cabin fever in my Casita. Not even during the snowstorm in New Mexico last fall or during the past few days of constant wind in the desert.
I can’t explain it, but it’s nice to know!
I need to take the Perfect Tow Vehicle into town.
As soon as the engine is on, the oil pressure gauge needle goes all the way up as far as it can go. I noticed this a few days ago while towing the BLT to empty the waste tanks and fill up with water. The guy at NAPA said it might need a new sending unit. “You’ll be okay driving it. Just bring it in so we can take a look at it.” Of course, I interpret his words as permission to procrastinate!
While walking with the crew this morning, I thank God for my good health.
Lately several people I know have faced health challenges. Here I am, sixty-three years old, and I’m able to climb rocky slopes and take long walks without discomfort (and at a pretty fast pace in order to keep up with Spike!).
I don’t take any pills or shots and all my senses are in good working order. My digestion is good and I sleep well at night. No longer do I have the headaches, leg cramps, foot problems, neck pain, shortness of breath, anxiety attacks, depression, and bad dreams I used to have before I retired and hit the road.
I guess one could say my life pressure gauge is on low.