Blame the big blow
Just for the record, this has not been the best week ever. A list of minor incidents can colour things, and the lessons about colouring between the lines are easily forgotten. Ignored. You know.
A night of strong winds did damage. We are recovering from that, but when things go wrong… the roof needs some shingles. That’s a detail. It hasn’t rained, so we still have a bit of dry on our side. This morning, on what should have been a mundane three hour trip, the RV got a punch on the nose. We won’t know how much of a hit until the evaluator has a look, but the trip was put on hold. Due to the punch, the driver got a bang on the knee. Or was it a bung? I learned all my lingo about soft tissue injuries from basketball players, and their vocabulary skills were about as accurate as their ability to shoot 3 pointers considtently. Anyhow, I now know where we store the ice packs at home.
I figure the RV danage was actually due to the hurricane, because if people had not been lining up to buy gasolone, buddy might have stayed in his own lane, and then the other car might have respected the speed limit. But what do I know. Sports medicine, collision damage evaluation and roof repairs were all lacking in my educational arc.
I’m going to go back to watching the skies, taking credit for the generator still working (day four) and deciding if I’m out of carnbon dioxide in a cylinder. Yes, bubbly water is necessary.
