Resurrecting the Elante'

Sunday is moving in to John Prince Park day. Jason has to fly to NYC on Sunday afternoon so I tried to give the old motorhome a start today because I will need his help getting her into her snug spot. When I left in March, David, the storage manager was going to move it to a permanent spot. So I did not disconnect the knife switch on the battery and I left it unlocked. Somebody discharged one of my fire extinguishers inside and the battery is dead, dead, dead. Furthermore, it was not moved- vines were growing on it.

We tried jumping it. I hooked up my Yamaha Generator which has an 8 amp battery charger and scooted down to Deerfield to dog-sit the Grandpup. Tough duty that- he was so mellow I had to coax him to play.
On Friday the canal was busy with all manner of boats heading out and coming in. I watched a resident Iguana and two pretty good size tree lizards. I think I was about to make friends with one. He was pretty curious about me. Juneau and I ended up watching an episode of the Dog Whisperer. The phone rang- Lori had been trying to reach me on a cell phone that was in the Van charging and was worried. Sweet of them to worry but no need. If injured or sick,I will call them, if dead, no worries.

Scooted back up I-95 to Lake Worth and a still dead battery. Tomorrow we attack that problem anew. Jason will help.

I have been in this nice house for long enough to appreciate it. Buster is quite at home. Each night the Hibiscus have a perfume time that is very sweet and enjoyable.

I had to resort to the support socks yesterday-I was ballooning in spite of my best efforts. More shapely today but they aren't fun.