Finally a little peace and quiet…could be because I’m sitting in Panera Bread sending this out while the rest of the family is out in the RV. We’ve had a great week…after the tire blow-out on the highway…and met a bunch of great dads and moms at the Kansas City Expo Center.
After traveling to Peoria, where we were able to encourage (and be encouraged by) lots of great dads and moms, we made our way to Hannibal, MO – boyhood home of Mark Twain. It was neat, and the kids hardly complained about being at a dead guy’s hometown. It helped that we have been reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer at night. We saw of few sights, bought some souvenirs (see Familyman Show – travel edition) and stopped at Long Branch State Park where we stayed the night…and Ben (13) almost killed himself on the playground.
Elvis has left the building!!!! The raccoon is out for good, she took 3 of the 5 babies away to someone else's house, and my raccoon-loving wife passed the remaining 2 babies off onto some lady who cares for wild animals.Home
Houston, we have a problem! The furry kind. The kind that chews through the ceiling…has babies…and can take over the entire house!!! Well, I chased out the mamma, captured the babies, and sealed up the opening. Victory…or so I thought.
The next morning mamma was back and had ripped off the seal and taken up residence in my house…again. Tonight, is my last chance before we leave tomorrow morning…then I have to figure out something else.
RV Check list:
Propane – fixed. Water heater – fixed. Fridge – fixed…maybe. Generator – check. You get the idea. You know there are a lot of things that can and do go wrong on your standard Familyman Mobile. This year we recovered the torn seats and had new carpet laid down by a guy named Merle. It’s lookin’ good. Of course it won’t be complete until one of the kids spills a 2-liter of orange drink on it.
In RV-ing, as in life, God often causes a little tingle to creep up the back of the neck informing you that what you’re about to attempt is NOT a good idea and should NOT be ignored – especially when you’re behind the wheel of an RV.
I experienced the tingle from God a couple of days ago as I looked at the steep incline into the Denny’s parking lot. The tingle definitely said, “I wouldn’t try that if I were you. yep, looks like a mighty steep angle… your hitch is going to drag big time.”