Little Things

For those of you who think we might be motoring through life without a care, a few words--not complaints, really, just realities.

A prescription went astray in the mail (imagine that) necessitating a call to the doctor's office. He wasn't in, they'd give him a message. The prescription was called in to the closest Wal-Mart, 40 miles up the road. Two days later, on arriving at said Wal-Mart, we learned they were out of that particular nostrum, "come back Monday." On Monday, another 40 miles up the road, the line at the pharmacy was out the door and around the corner. The person at the counter, obviously frustrated with a flock of elderly and not-so-elderly snow birds, was brusque at best. I've heard of a sign once posted in Quartzsite--"We love snowbirds--they taste like chicken!"

In the ice and snow of Albuquerque, a sharp chunk fell from the roof and neatly sliced in half the hose that drains unmentionable fluids from the coach. Try mending one of those at twenty degrees!

In a campground in California we were given a space rated for a 40-foot rig. Backing in, we hit a tree at the rear--most of the coach was still in the roadway.

Since we still have issues with the title to the Jeep (thank you, Ohio), it's necessary to order temporary tags monthly from Texas at 25 bucks each. The Attorney General's office responds that the investigation is not going as fast as they'd like. That's interesting--the Newtown Police had theirs concluded in less than a week.

So are we ready to hang up our Family Motor Coach membership and call it a day? No way. Right now we're cruising along through the Arizona desert toward a favorite destination, looking forward to new adventures. Herb has an Aussie-type desert hat on and is planning to throw me on the back of the ATV and head for the hills. Bring it on!