Bon Voyage
Mme. is pointing her imaginary 44's at me-they are more like 36's or 38's. Marc did take my advice and get his soft RV tire fixed yesterday-bad valve stem, but did not take my advice to wait another day because of the stiff winds. This Wyoming boy has seen many of these rigs on their side in the ditch from wind. Hopefully they will make it home without mishap. I did end up enjoying them a great deal. Kind of a trial at times but I met the challenge and they were part of a good mix this season. Marc is some kind of saint. He did also take the advice that one of his leveling boards was infested with carpenter ants and should go in the trash instead of home to Georgia.
It did get cooler but the winds were fierce all day long. I had a good nap. Between potty breaks and pinched nerve, the nights have been getting shorter and shorter. So a nap is a good thing. I am getting tired of the sore back-Dr. Internet says the usual prescription is two weeks bed rest but normal life with "watchful waiting" yields about a 65% recovery rate also.
Brother Bob sent an email from home-sounding pretty chipper. That is good news. He left the hospital on the 4th.
I can only see about 10 RV's from my campsite. There are more along the lake-in fact that is still pretty densely populated. I am liking the peacefulness. The wind died down long enough for Honey to get a bike run this evening. She was full of it this morning but she is growing up and is clearly more affectionate toward me as well as Buster. Buster does have a cute little hiney. He butts it up close to my sore back at night and Honey butts her head up against it when they sleep in the living room. The forced togetherness as opposed to running free on the old homestead has integrated our blended family. They are good companions. They make me laugh.
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