Saturday mornings may be my new favorite. Today started with an excellent yard sale which resulted in a beautiful, old, wool Hudson Bay blanket.
I was going down to Astro Zombies to tell them I’d be away for a while (last time they thought maybe I was dead or something) and in walking down Silver I passed a tiny street fair selling doner kabobs. Naturally, I went to investigate… and came across a DOGGY COSTUME CONTEST AND DOG THEMED FAIR. A Canadian woman was selling little camper shaped dog houses and they were giving out homemade dog biscuits and the dogs were all adorable.
Frank would’ve been the absolute cutest dog there. I would’ve dressed him up as a turkey. Or a pineapple. Or a gummy bear.
And then Astro Zombies was having a pre-sale and I got a ton of awesome books for half off. What a Saturday!
Enter noon. Driving downtown I came across a tiny little doggie wearing a collar running through the streets. He seemed so calm but clearly confused. I parked and followed him down the sidewalk for a bit but he kept shaking my trail. I got back in the car and just as I was about to force myself to forget all about the tiny dog, he ran across my path and down a street I probably wouldn’t otherwise be walking down. I called out and he stopped, started wagging is tail, and waited as I slowly approached him. The street was rather busy with cars (another car had stopped across the street to help him and the passengers watched in curiosity) and as I was pretty close to the shanty town some vagrants wandered around closer than I’d have liked.
As I got closer the tiny dog yapped a little but still wagged his tail and even took a playful step forward. Suddenly, he turned into a scary demon death monster showing me a mouth full of sharp scary teeth as large as his tiny body. While I was screaming “OH SWEET LORD”, he charged my toes and backed me down the whole street. A homeless man with very few teeth laughed and told me I should watch out for the little ones. I was white when I got back to the car because I was positive I had, in fact, seen a ghost.
But hey at least I had Saturday morning.
This afternoon Frank came running up to me with his giant, perfect, nose and nuzzled me as I laughed at how it tickled. Then I realized that he had just found a Goldfish cracker in my belly button that I hadn’t known was there.
This is where my life is at.
This weekend I took Wally (that’s my Airstream’s name) out and about for some New Mexican adventures. I got her a new trailer adapter for this trip, to convert the 7 pin system to 6 flat, so that the tail lights and blinkers would work with my truck and I wouldn’t have panic attacks about changing lanes on the highway.
As it turns out, when the adapter is plugged in, my right side trailer brake randomly engages and won’t let up. I found this out when the trailer jolted me to a stop and smoke came up from my tire. Absolutely terrifying. The only solution I could come up with on the road was to leave the adapter unplugged (meaning no turn signals and tail lights).
So that’s an electrical issue, the first of probably many issues to come. Life is largely just maintenance anyhow, so that’s ok.
Fishing was awesome except I met my white whale, a monster channel cat, that literally swam just at the surface in front of me for about half an hour, looking me in the eye and snubbing my bait. No doubt he was laughing at me and calling me names. I must catch that fish. So I was so focused on him I completely ignored the trout and wound up not catching anything at all. No worries. It was still a good day with Frank.
The water valve on Wally has been shut for so long that I needed a wrench to unscrew it, and of course I didn’t have one. So we drank bottled water and showered at the campground. Add bring a wrench and WD-40 to the list. Also add ‘figure out the toilet and blackwater tank’ to that list, because the year long rule of don’t poop in the trailer still stands, and can add a splash of excitement when you leave in a hurry in search off a campground toilet and forget your headlamp.
Overall the trip was great, even though the brake issue is terrifying. Frank and I had fun and that’s what matters. I got to drive my rolling toaster around and that is a great feeling.
Hopefully my restoration project won’t take my entire income this summer.
This month I’m getting rid of almost everything that doesn’t fit in my Airstream. Getting tires replaced, repacking the ball bearings, fixing the locks…
So I’m selling and donating and giving away my stuff. If I don’t travel soon I’m sure to go stir crazy. It is a little nostalgic to get rid of some of my little trinkets, though.
We collect so many things over the years.
I was fast asleep then suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Then I made a weird gurgly scream. Apparently Mr. Frank got a running start from the foot of the bed and jumped up, superman style, straight onto my chest. I guess he thinks I am a trampoline now. Great.