Les drives up this morning with a big grin on his face.
Music floats out of his truck.
“How do you like your XM radio?” he asks.
“That’s mine? It sounds great! Oh, I’m so excited!”
Les gets out of his truck and hands me the radio components. He explains that the problem was with the speakers, and also the contacts in the dock could use a cleaning with some alcohol.
He says, “You go set it up in your trailer with these two speakers of mine. Then you’ll be sure to know how to do it.”
I run the antenna out the side window. . .
. . . the same way I run the Wilson antenna cable out to the mast. Les sets the antenna on the spare tire.
I invite Les inside the BLT so he can watch me put everything together. I set it up correctly but even with his speakers, all we get is static. He jiggles the connections at the dock and suddenly beautiful music fills the BLT!
“Oh, thank you so much, Les! I’ve wanted satellite radio for so long!”
I offer him a seat outside and we enjoy some conversation.
We’re talking about cell phones and internet service, and he tells me about the time he lost his Verizon air card.
“I looked and looked and looked all over my trailer. I couldn’t find it anywhere. After some time went by and it still hadn’t turned up, I gave up and went to Verizon and bought another one.”
“And then you found it, right?”
The twinkle in Les’s eyes tells me the punchline is on its way.
“Well,” he continues, “I’m making toast one morning and I smell this awful smell. I look inside the toaster and there’s the air card!”
“Oh my gosh,” I laugh.
Quickly he blurts out . . . “The air card was toast!”
We both share a good laugh over that.
I have an extra Sirius antenna that I picked up along the way. I trade it to Les for his two speakers. (He has more speakers in his trailer.)
The speakers that reader Laura sent me are good speakers. All they need is a . . . is a . . . darn, I can’t think of the name of the cord. Anyway . . . It’s probably waiting for me to pick it up at the Yuma post office, which I’ll do tomorrow. Then I’ll have speakers for the BLT and speakers for the PTV.
Thanks again, Laura!
Later . . .
After listening to the radio for a while, happily checking various channels, I turn it off. When I go to turn it on again, it won’t come on! It’s frozen the way computers freeze up. I call up Les, he asks me some questions, yet he’s stumped.
“Let me think about that,” he says. He promises to come by our campsite tomorrow to see what the trouble might be.
Once again I apologize for the lack of photos.
Although the day was pleasant and warm, it was too breezy for me to use my camera. Here’s a photo from the past. Do you know where it was taken?
Back at Sidewinder Road Camp, west of Yuma . . .
It was a wonderful day. I’ve been retired since June 2011, yet I still have mornings when I wake up with my first thought being, “Oh, I’m so glad I don’t have to go to work today.”
I stand at my stove scrambling eggs in a pan, a spatula in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. The door hangs wide open behind me, letting the sunshine stream in.
“What a way to live,” I say out loud to Bridget and Spike who lie at my feet waiting for their share of scrambled eggs. “I tell ya’, guys . . . It doesn’t get any better than this.”
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