Hell of a week

Tuesday the wife's computer (been sick for awhile) decided to not start up. A quick trip to Best Buy and a nice but reasonably priced laptop was purchased to replace the dying or dead former laptop.

Things were still not joyful in Mudville as we have a funeral to attend on Thursday. Upon returning after a long day we just wanted to relax before bedtime. Into the fridge to retrieve a Coke Zero and it was cool but a few degrees warmer than it should be. I changed the setting from a/c to propane hoping the a/c heating element had burned out. No  such luck as I soon started to smell ammonia, the sure sign that the refrigerator had indeed crapped out.

I pull the large ice chest from its hiding place in the bed of the truck nicely out of sight under the tonneau cover. We unload the fridge and I head to the Shell convenience store two block away where I purchased a large bag of ice to be picked up outside from the ice machine. I place the ice in gallon freezer bags and also throw in two blue freezer packs from our small chest freezer.

I decide to run to Wal-Mart to purchase more freezer packs to but in the freezer so they could freeze over night and I would just swap them out and would thus eliminate having to buy more ice.

As the clerk is checking the items, I reach for my wallet and calmly say "never mind I have lost my wallet". Not so calmly I call home as ask if my wallet is on the floor. I got the answer I knew I would get do I headed to the Shell, knowing full well I had my wallet when I left the inside of the store because I remember putting the change from a $10 bill in it after paying for my ice.

I walk in Shell and the lady that checked me out had left for the night. The new guy didn't know about my wallet but looked in the cabinet where lost items are placed and there was my wallet. A relief comes over me until I see the cash is missing. Not an inconsequential amount but at least all my cards were there.

Given what had transpired, I would rather have my wallet than my cash. So goes another week in the life of a fulltime rver.

Addicted

Yes, I have an addiction. I can't stop reading blogs as it seems I am a voyeur in the since I want to read about others.

As a rver I read and follow several rv blogs and have noticed a trend where new rvers think their mental health will instantly improve if they can only "hit the road".

Peace with yourself comes from within. If you are not happy with yourself, no amount of traveling will over come that.

I know of no bigger self centered a**hole than myself but I have learned to live with the fact that I will never change and can at time show a decent side albeit briefly.

Come on people "grow a set" and get on with your life. Ain't nobody responsibly for your life but you.

I will now get off my soapbox and return to my own miserable existence.