I think we all know by now that Spike is going to do what’s best for Spike.
I’m banking on this trait of his to make our new sleeping arrangement a success. Sure enough. He gets annoyed with my feet poking him while he sleeps, so he goes over to the cushion on the other side of the aisle. I make sure he’s covered and tucked in whenever I get up in the night. This just might work after all!
It’s been sunny, but windy, all day.
I like to stay inside on a day like this. There’s a lot of airborne dust. I could write my name in dust on the spare tire cover. Other than a sprint around the pond with the crew, I’m in front of the laptop now that it’s not sucking the life out of my 400 watt inverter.
I pull up all the blinds so I can watch the coots scoot across the water. Which begs the question: Why aren’t they called scoots?
Warning: Severe topic change ahead . . .
Say what you will about Walmart. It rarely lets me down. Yesterday I walk in, tell the electronics guy what I need, he finds it, I look at it, say thanks a lot, and put it in my cart. I don’t have to give him the specs on my laptop or calculate the curvature of the earth.
What am I talking about?
Remember I couldn’t get the DC to AC inverter for my laptop at Radio Shack because of TLI (too little information)? No quiz at Walmart. The one I got is a “75 watt continuous/100 watt peak” PowerLine inverter. And it cost eleven dollars LESS than the one at Radio Shack.
It’s impossible to come out of Walmart with one thing. I pick up two storage drawers to put with the other ones on the side of the Casita opposite my bed. I also grab a small rug to put on the floor of my bathroom/shower room. No more cold fiberglass floor for my bare feet in the middle of the night.
When I return to our camp, I see a ticket on the little table by the door.
Apparently the BLM police were by. A big 1-20 is written on the form signifying that I can stay until January 20th.. I guess they didn’t see me pull in here a week ago Saturday which would make my 14-day limit the 14th. I doubt I’ll stay that long, although this end of the pond has practically become my own waterfront property. It’s been quiet around here the last few days, even over the weekend.
Besides a few fulltimers, the people are here to sit around a campfire or to fish.
Why the latter, I can’t figure out, because I haven’t seen anyone catch anything worthwhile during a week of watching countless people try. All I’ve seen anyone catch are a few crappies aka sunfish, or trout no bigger than fish I’ve seen in home aquariums.
The odd thing is that a mysterious fish about 15-20 inches long (carp maybe?) jumps out of the water quite frequently, teasing these guys to put in a few more hours.
I notice almost everyone uses the same technique: bait a hook, cast it out with a float, lay the rod down, sit and watch . . . or go back to the truck and have a beer. No one tries putting a little action on the bait. Oh well, maybe the whole point is to drink a few beers and not be bothered by some pesky fish pulling on the line.
New look for rvsue and her canine crew!
I’ve been wanting to personalize the header of my blog for quite some time. I was waiting for the perfect photo. Well, with that attitude I might never get it done! I want a photo like this only with me and the crew in it. Someday . . .
rvsue1/7/12 . . . inverter $28.88, two storage drawers $19.44, throw rug $5.00, tax $5.01 (9.4% is too much tax!) 1/8/12 . . . $0