Bombs Away . . .
or those damn flee-ridden ducks.
This morning started out with more work around the rig on things I need to do before we head out on Monday.
First up, I put new pull ropes on the leveler pads, and cleaned them up some. We’re not using them right now since we’re parked on concrete, but we’ll need them at the Colorado River TT park where we’re going. The reason I was replacing the ropes was that the original rope I used was polyethylene and I couldn’t get a knot to hold in it. So I replaced it with Paracord which took care of the problem.
Next up, I crawled under the rig and sprayed the PowerGear levelers with silicone spray to keep the seals lubricated. I do this a couple of times a year and have never had a problem with oil leakage.
I finished up the morning by replacing the batteries in the rig’s TireTraker Tire Pressure Monitoring System sensors. I had done the truck sensors a couple of weeks ago, so this finished things up. Tomorrow I’ll get out my Sears air compressor and top off the rig and truck tires so then we’ll be already to go tire-wise.
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Then about 12:30 Jan and I left the rig, setting off a bomb as we went out the door.
A flea bomb.
Which is why we took Mister with us for the afternoon. In six years of RV’ing with two cats (at least until this past October), we have never had a flea problem. Until now.
So after trying several things, i.e. flea collars, sprays, powders, etc, none of which seemed to do much good, today we brought out the big guns. We used the Heartgard drops on the back of Mister’s neck last night and bombed the coach this afternoon. Hopefully this will get rid of everything.
They have a flock of tame wild ducks around the park and the office said they’re really bad about spreading fleas, so I guess we can blame it on them.
While we were out and about, I stopped off to see a couple of client’s, all of which had to come out to the car and see the much-fabled Mister. And No, we didn’t leave him in the car alone. Jan stayed with him all the time.
And anyway, I wouldn’t leave him in the car by himself. I think he’s smart enough to drive off and leave us.
Getting back to the rig about 4:30 we found any smell had dissipated and the rig was OK to enter. Actually the box says you can come back after two hours, so we were fine.
About 5:30 we headed back out, sans Mister, to meet our friend’s Bob and Beth for dinner at Abe’s Cajun Café.
And leaving the park, I saw this.
I knew this guy had a trailer full of remote control model planes, but I didn’t realized he had some you could ride on. Or maybe in.
The food at Abe’s was really good, but the menu has about 200 items on it, and it’s hard to decide what to order. You want to tell the waiter to go away and come back in a half hour or so. By then you would have decided.
I had the Cajun Trio which consisted of Seafood Gumbo, Crawfish Etouffee, and a Spicy Boudin Link. And Jan had Blackened Catfish with Twice-Baked Potatoes and Green Beans. Both very good.
Saying our goodbyes, we drove over to a client’s office to take a look at a problem they were having with the cash register software. Turned out not to be a problem, so much as operator error.
Tomorrow, more packing up, more last minute tasks, and another last meal.
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Thought for the Day:
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you. – Oscar Wilde
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