I didn't get to visit the new neighbor on Tuesday because I went to the Dienharts' house with my father, and we were there for two-and-a-half hours. We had cake, coffee, champagne, and conversation. My Jetta is garaged at the Dienharts' because my father would have had to have cleaned his garage for it to live there. I think the Dienharts have room for six cars or 47 SMART cars and an ATV in their garage. Technically, they are contemporaries of my parents, but Irmel is considerably younger than her husband and she makes action figures look lazy, so she feels like more of a peer to me. That being said, if she asked or told me to do something, I wouldn't hesitate to do it without question out of respect per se. When we arrived, she and her friends were making flower arrangements in scooped pumpkins. Before she could ask, explained that I don't do "arts and crafts" just so I didn't have to "respect" her as my parents’ friend. Phew! So, I sat inside with my father and Karl until they decided they wanted to go for a walk.
I HATE the iOS 10.0.2 update: I can't type, and until this release Pages compensated for my lack of talent. Now I have to shift for "I" and add contraction/possessive marks. Bastards. My only hope is that Tim Cook failed to correct the pronunciation of Barbra Streisand's name per her request, and that another remedy will that AND reverse the lack of auto-correction.
I looked at the weather forecast yesterday morning when I awoke, and I decided to leave my parents' house in northeast Pennsylvania and head to Kim and Kate's beach house in Delaware a day early. The prospect of rain - breaking camp, driving in it, dumping my black tank, and setting up camp - is never appealing, and my early departure would avoid it. Kim and Kate, however, were en route north to their Philadelphia home as I headed to their “southern” home.
It took me almost three hours to move into their house, having lived in BOB continuously for 103 days. (It's not like I have luggage!) Today, I bathed BOB, bleached the sewer hoses and all things "poo," cleaned the storage bins, washed the "grass mat," and filled the fresh water tank with my new regulator, filter and hose. I had to replace my two perfectly good 25' hoses because my father drove over them and crushed their connection. He disconnected and moved my hose the first morning I was in his driveway when he left for the gym, but didn't do so on the second. Somehow, because I was not in BOB on the second morning, it was my fault that he drove over my hose. I stopped at True Value in Sayre on my way to Delaware and replaced the hose. I love True Value and Ace hardware stores – Home Depot and Lowe's, not so much. While I'm not a franchise fan, these smaller footprint stores really deliver “get” customer service for those of us who are neither commercial contractors nor big project DIYers.
In addition to BOB maintenance today, I cleaned my jewelry and colored my hair. My jewelry looks terrific but I bought the wrong color for my hair so it's a little dark. My eyebrows have reappeared, so that is a testament to how grey they are. I haven't had a haircut in three months. I either have that hip-skater-boy-grow-out look going on, or I look like an asshole. Probably, the latter, given I’m neither hip, nor a skater, nor a boy.
Siobhan M. Knox
In May 2016, I bought a five ton, 25’ long Class C motorhome because I like to drive, I like to travel, and it’s more fun and less expensive than living in a hotel. No prior RV experience was required, and I had none: perfect. I’m writing a book about my adventures which will come to an end when I get a job. The dogs will be sad.