It’s time to test the solar power components!
The solar panel isn’t on the roof of the Perfect Tow Vehicle yet. It’s still over at Baker’s RV. Bill, Kathy, and I can’t wait. Bill parks his Jeep next to the PTV and props up his solar panels. He links them together with alligator clips and a wire to the PTV. While we’re reading the volts on the remote meter, my cellphone rings. It’s Geri. “Can we come over? We want to see!”
See my shadow? I meant to do that.
I introduce Chuck and Geri to Bill and Kathy.
I proudly show off the work that’s been done so far. Bill and Kathy have to leave. Their shepherd mix, Holly, hurt herself when jumping up the step into their trailer. She won’t use her front right leg, and they’re taking her to the vet before the office closes.
Before Chuck and Geri drive off, they suggest I meet them at Cafe Groovy Gritz at six.
Great idea! It’s around four. I have enough time to write a blog entry. Once that’s done, I take Bridget and Spike for a walk so they’ll settle down while I’m gone. Who am I kidding. I give them their dinner, turn on the television, and give them both a serious talk about being good while I’m gone. Bridget starts to cry. Oh boy. I leave a light on for them, too.
Kathy and Bill are back from the vet.
As I’m heading to the PTV, I see Kathy. She tells me an x-ray was taken. The shoulder is not dislocated, as we all feared. It’s a bad shoulder sprain which should heal on its own. Holly has some pain meds and is already doing better.
The Gritz is warm and inviting.
Rob, the owner who surprised me with bagpipes on my birthday, is having a birthday himself. Geri, Chuck and I talk while munching on chile con queso. I order a Reuben sandwich with cole slaw and raspberry tea. What a sandwich! It is definitely the best sandwich I have ever eaten in my entire life. I wish I had one right now as I write this.
The next morning Kathy reports on the behavior of the crew while I was gone.
She says they quieted down soon after I left, and she didn’t hear them again until about an hour later. Then they fussed a bit for the second hour, not too badly. “They were pretty good.” Bridget and Spike are at our feet. Spike pays no attention, of course. Bridget is looking up at Kathy and me. Sometimes I think that little girl knows what’s being said. I hold her face in my hands and tell her what a good girl she is, which makes her scamper a bit.
Bill shows me a photo he took of the sunrise.
“Oh, I want to put that on my blog!”
Sunrise over our campsite
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Glad Holly not serious! We had great time at Groovy Gritz! Tell Bill NICE PICTURE!!!!! Glad to meet them, too.Chuck
I’m glad you came over. See you tomorrow!
Thanks, Jool.
Howdy Sue & crew.
See they can be good while you’re gone!! Ruebens are the best sandwich any time, especially the way Joyce makes them, but I’ll sure enuff try the one at the Groovy Gritz Cafe!! Glad the
llittle dog wasn’t hurt real bad.. Sometimes they’re like kids and just need some attention; some are good actors too, also..
Hope y’all have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING and eat lotz of hot-tamales!!!
Same to you, Butterbean!
There are going to be quite a few blog readers heading to the Groovy Gritz after all these glowing endorsements!
We always turn the tv on rather loud. run a fan, and pull all the shades when we leave our two dogs. Not worried they will howl, but will bark at noises outside. On our last trip the people next door were having family over and going to eat outside, have a fire, etc. We wanted to go to dinner, so I went over and introduced myself and gave them my cell phone number. I didn’t want their evening disturbed by our two. No phone calls, and we had a nice dinner. Got home and made sure that all was well. The man said all was fine, though he did have to go in and change channels for them a few times! :)) Glad they had a sense of humor.
Funny guy!
My crew are barkers AND howlers. I’m seeing some progress, so I’m glad for that.
Glad Bridget and Spike are doing better at being left alone. And glad the German Shepherd is okay. Good luck with the solar.
Thank you, Donna! Have a happy Thanksgiving!
I took a little rat terrier on a 3,000 mile trip one time. Well actually I took his owner, cute little thang. This is the dog I was tell’n everybody bout on my blog what would climb a tree. Stand on his front legs to take a whizzz. Bark at everything, rabbits, lizards, big ol’ cows, bushes he thought were cows, shadows, itty bitty bugs….bark in his sleep. Left him in the rig one time to go eat. Come back an’ all my neighbors had moved out. That were one trip I was so happy when it was over.
Can’t wait to see the finished pics of the solar system. Sure wisht all them folks had been around when I installed solar…..you lucky little thing.
Hi, Billy Bob!
Rat terriers are the weirdest little dogs in the world. Spike doesn’t bark at bugs. He tries to make friends out of them. Really! He puts his snout really close, follows them along, wagging his tail.
The only reason I’m able to tolerate my crew is because they are mixed with something else.
I am lucky. It would cost an awful bundle of money if I had to pay two engineers and a professional upholsterer for all the hours they’ve put into my solar project.
You have a happy Thanksgiving!
RV Sue,
Happy Thanksgiving to you and all your friends and readers.
Jay
Thanks, Jay. Same to you!
It is so sad the way they cry. Do you think they are afraid? Did they use to do this Susan when you were in your home? K
Kathryn,
Yes, they cried like it was the end of the world when I walked to the mailbox and left them in the house for three minutes. It’s a ritual. Point the nose to the ceiling and wail away . . .