Miss Terry and I had such a wonderful marriage for so long that some people even said we were codependent. If you saw one of us, you can bet the other was close at hand. Living in a motorhome for over 17 years, any time I looked up she was right there. I really miss her.
Oh, don’t misunderstand me, our relationship is as strong as ever, I just can’t find her in this big old place! I really don’t think she’s hiding from me on purpose, there are just too many rooms to get lost in. I did catch a fleeting glimpse of her yesterday afternoon in the hallway between the laundry room and the bedroom that’s going to be her sewing room, but then she disappeared into the shadows like some kind of a ethereal nymph. I’m thinking about installing a closed-circuit TV system so I can see her once in a while.
Yes folks, it has been an adjustment. We spend a lot of time calling out “Marco” and hoping to hear “Polo” in response.
But I do think we are starting to get a handle on it. Terry has been busy organizing the kitchen, and for the first time yesterday we actually saw the tabletop. That’s progress, right?
I don’t have everything put away in my office yet, but it doesn’t look much more cluttered than it did in the Winnebago. At least I have it under control enough that I was able to crank out about 1,000 words in my next Big Lake mystery novel yesterday afternoon. I’ve missed the folks in that little mountain town and it felt good to get back to them.
We had been having a couple of little issues with our Ford Explorer, so we dropped it off at a local garage Monday morning to get some work done on it. It was finished that evening, and then we got it and left the pickup to have it serviced and to see if they could do anything with a persistent pinging or spark knock that it has under acceleration. The truck runs fine and has a lot of power, it’s just that irritating pinging noise when you’re going onto an onramp or something like that.
I had Googled the problem and it seems to be common with that vintage of Ford trucks (1999). I also talked to a couple of good mechanics I know, but nobody seems to have a solution for it. When the mechanic called yesterday afternoon he had not been able to trace down the problem and the computer showed no fault codes. I think I’ll try some Marvel Mystery Oil next, maybe that will do the trick.
After we left the garage we stopped at an antique/furniture store, where Terry found a very nice round dinette table with six matching chairs. They were just getting ready to close by then, so we paid for it and will pick it up today.
Then, after a stop at Home Depot, a place we are getting to know very, very well, we had dinner at The Seashack in New Smyrna Beach. We both love good seafood, and this restaurant serves it up in large quantities. This was our first time eating there, but we both agreed it won’t be the last.
In closing, we want to give our condolences to the family of Officer Darrin Reed and the entire police department in our former hometown of Show Low, Arizona. Officer Reed was shot in the line of duty yesterday, and as I write this the suspect is still at large. I didn’t know Officer Reed but my daughter, who still lives in Show Low, did and said he was a fine man. It’s sad to think that tragedies can happen like this anywhere, even in Small Town America. Rest in peace, Officer Reed.
Thought For The Day – The biggest lie I tell myself is…”I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember it.”