Tuesday's update

 September 12, 2023

St Johnsville Marina and Campground site 8

St. Johnsville, NY

Uncle Steve called Dad this morning.  As the story unfolded, I thought he might have called to see if I had room to share 'the dog house'.  

It all began when he was unhooking the jeep from the Bay Star.  Not having his key in his pocket, he asked Aunt Carol for her key.  He got everything squared away as he laid the set of keys on the jeep fender.  

A trip to the store was next on the agenda.  After they unloaded their purchases, Aunt Carol asked for her keys.  Uncle Steve said, "I put them on the fender.  Didn't you pick them up?"  Aunt Carol said,  "No, I didn't know you had laid them on the fender.  You never told me."  And Uncle Steve said, "Yes, I told you."  

Now, I'm sure by now you have figured out why I assumed Uncle Steve was checking on sharing my space.

Well, the story continues.  The next thing they did was begin a search for the keys.  Amazingly, the keys were on the fender, right where Uncle Steve had put them.  Even after driving to and from the store.  Even after leaving the jeep in the parking lot with keys just begging for a low life to snag them and use them to ride off with the jeep.  

So, now I guess Uncle Steve had called to ask if he should purchase a lottery ticket as he seemed to be having a streak of good luck.  Hard to believe those keys rode around on the fender without hitting the pavement along the way!!

Today was the truck's turn to shine.  But first, Dad decided to take on a project.  He decided he could fix the blown out hose.

So he cut out the blown/split portion and made the hose shorter

And then he hooked up the hose to the water supply and proceeded to wet down the Ram.  Everything was moving along okay....until it wasn't

It appears that the end of the hose came off the hose and it was 'water all over' once again. Hey Dad I thought you were suppposed to be wetting down the Ram, not YOU! 

So, on to Plan B.  Get out another hose to finish washing the Ram.  Now the question is:  Will Dad toss the hose in the dumpster or make another attempt at repair?  It is an old hose, but does it still have some life left?

The inside of the truck needed some attention as well. Out came the vacuum, and the road debris as well as my shedded hair was removed from the inside of the truck.  

I think we are looking pretty good at the moment:  sparkling clean RV and Ram.

Just the washing of our truck laid a guilt trip on the neighboring camper across the road who decided he had better wash his truck as well.  It's contagious...all this clean up.

Momma and Dad took off with Kathy and Bob for dinner this evening.  Once again, they returned with......a 'not for me' container.  I guess they don't call them doggie bags any more.  Heck, this package didn't even resemble a bag.  It was a shiny aluminum rectangle with a plastic snap on lid.  Don't ask me what was inside because I didn't even get a sniff, but I did hear them talking about Calzones being the special on the menu tonight.  I guess I'll have to settle for my same old dog food again.

I'm Chloe