Tuesday, January 21
The crew and I hop into the Perfect Tow Vehicle and leave the Best Little Trailer behind.
We’re off to Yuma!
We zip across the desert, glide onto the interstate, and a short while later, pull into the parking lot of — you guessed it — Wal-Mart!
After doing Wal-Mart, we motor over to the UPS Customer Center!
I pick up a box from Amazon, check that all my purchases are inside, get back on the interstate, and head for home. Let me show you my new goodies . . .
I don’t know why I didn’t order a cover for the Kindle Paperwhite when I bought it. This is a purple “Moko cover case” with magnet closure.
The Paperwhite is my first electronic device with a touch screen. After about two minutes trying to push things around with my finger, I realize I want a stylus, too.
You know how I love to loll around in my lounge chair, getting the most out of the day by reading, drinking, sleeping, staring into space, grumbling about passers-by, and so forth?
Fun, except for one thing . . .
The only thing I don’t like about my lounger is there’s no place to set down a drink or the e-reader. I have to pull over a side table.
Sheesh. All that work in order to relax.
Well, no more! See the nifty tray? It’s proper name is “Prime Products utility tray” and it’s just the ticket for a lazy retiree such as myself who balks at having to move a side table.
I get the idea for this next purchase from one of my readers.
I see the item on an orders report from Amazon. I don’t know who ordered it.
Hmm . . . I should get one of those!
This is the description: “My Passport Ultra 1 TB portable external hard drive USB 3.0 with auto and cloud backup.” (I think it’s the word “Ultra” that sells me on this item.)
Sure, I can back stuff up in the cloud, but, dang it, I want my photos in something I can hold in my hand. A bunch of my photos still sits in files on my former computer. I’m going to transfer them, as well as the more recent pics on my laptop, onto the external hard drive.
Okay. That’s the stuff I got from Amazon.
How about a look at the fabulous, new decor!
I’m not bowled over by the colors of the quilt and sham.
A bit pale for my taste. They don’t exactly “pop.” However, have you made your way through Wal-Mart’s bedding department lately? It’s a walk down the Aisle of Gloom. Who comes up with these color schemes?
The color choices are black, brown, light grey, and dark purple and — oh, what the heck, let’s get wild — plum. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want dark and dismal bed covers.
When I come across the light aqua-and-gold quilt among all the dreary burial shrouds pretending to be comforters and quilts, I grab it and toss it into the cart along with two matching shams.
Over in bath accessories, I find a rug in a similar shade of blue.
I love living in a 17-foot travel trailer.
Put up a few curtains, spread out a new quilt, stick the pillows into matching shams, and for the finishing touch, throw a new rug on the floor. Done! The entire house is redecorated! Now go sit in the lounger with a cool drink at your fingertips! Tap that stylus on your Paperwhite! Smile smugly because you backed up your photos!
As I’m sitting outside tapping my Paperwhite with the stylus, a green truck pulls up. Huh? Who’s that guy in the camo hat and beard? A woman jumps out from the other side and runs around to greet me with much enthusiasm.
A miracle occurs and I recognize her.
“Glenda! Hello!” Now I also know who the man is (making the assumption that Glenda didn’t dump her husband for someone new).
Kira the Keeshond runs over to greet Bridget and Spike.
I met Glenda, Jeff, and Kira (Casita Escapes) when they camped next to me and the crew last winter at Ajo, Arizona. They recently returned to camp there again.
In the course of conversation, Glenda shares some disappointing news regarding Ajo.
“You know where we camped at Ajo?” she begins. “Well, they’ve fenced it off. Five strands of barbed wire all along the road. Some guy walked over to the mine and got killed . . . ”
“No, he was injured,” Jeff corrects. It’s not clear what exactly happened. Whatever the case, apparently that land belongs to the mine, not the BLM, as commonly thought. For several years the mine company has allowed RVers to camp in the sites along the road.
Now there’s no more camping on the mine side of the road.
It’s the fear of liability, of course. The fence extends on the right side from the fork in the road at Darby Well Road (where the scary smuggler warning sign is) all the way to where the mine tailings end.
“The guy putting up the fence told us we had to move. We found another site in an open spot by Cow Plop Mountain which was nice.”
Be aware, readers, that the number of places to camp has been reduced, especially if you plan to visit Ajo during the first weekend in February when the fiddlers’ festival takes place.
Wednesday, January 22
Jeff and Glenda stop by to drop off Kira on their way to the dentist in Los Algodones, Mexico, not far from here. Yesterday I volunteered to watch her, as it’s too warm to leave a dog all afternoon in a Casita.
Bridget and Spike host a play date!
Not really. The three canines look each other over for about one minute. Then Bridget lays down some ground rules.
Kira patiently waits in the shade of the PTV for the return of Glenda and Jeff. Bridget and Spike ignore her all afternoon.
THANKS FOR SHOPPING AMAZON FROM MY BLOG!
If you’re interested in any of the items I bought from Amazon, use the descriptions I gave to do a search in the Amazon search box in the sidebar.