 |
| Pennsylvania RV Park (Oct. 10, 2013) |
Well, our welcome to Pennsylvania was not so welcoming!
As we left the state of New York and entered
Pennsylvania, it started to rain; the first serious rain in a long time.
We looked at each other and wondered how fun
NYC was going to be in pouring rain!
Stopped at a Welcome Center/Rest Area and I made the fatal mistake of
checking on how things were going inside “the 5th”.
Bad news.
The really bad, bumpy PA freeway had caused a few cabinets inside to pop
open (remember the olive oil caper?).
Now, in
retirement, I’m trying to turn into a “glass half full” type of person, so I
did notice that even though a few bottles of balsamic vinegar and hot sauce had
flown out of the “olive oil” cabinet and landed on the floor, they hadn’t
broken.
It took me a few minutes to
realize this since the floor was covered with the remnants of shattered dishes.
I admit that the reason we have Corelle
dishes in “the 5th” instead of RV-type dishes is because I refused to eat off
of plastic dishes for a year.
Now the
floor looked like several of them were goners!
Corelle dishes are practically indestructible; but when they do break,
they shatter into a million pieces.
Shards were everywhere. On
the floor, in the midst of slivers of broken dishes, were a dinner plate, a
salad dish, and two serving bowls that were 100% intact.
Turns out that what looked like multiple
broken dishes was only one “shattered” dinner plate (see I’m now a “glass half
full” type of gal!).
I do admit that the RV park we had reserved was really
beautiful; however, as we set up at the end of a long day of driving, I broke
the latch on the sliding closet door (essential for when you are traveling;
otherwise the door rapidly slides back and forth and since it’s a mirrored
closet door, this could be a real issue) and Pat broke one of the front RV jacks
that help level “the 5th” when we are parked. So I’m inside cussing myself out and Pat is outside, in the pouring
rain, cussing himself out, trying to level us without one jack.
Skip ahead a week (a future post will cover the next week with
Connie and Addison, our friends from home) and we now have a mobile RV repair
guy with us to fix the jack.
Turns
out there was a “sheared pin” (a burnt out motor would have been covered by
insurance; but not a “sheared pin”, of course!).
The weight has to get off of the jack in order to repair it; so, I’m
in “the 5th” doing whatever it is I do, and Pat and the repair guy are working
at hitching “the 5th” to the pickup so that the jack can be fixed.
Pat (who is wonderful at backing and hitching
up on his own) is following the directions of the repair guy (instead of just
doing it himself), and the pickup hitch receiver hits “the 5th” hitch wrong,
and pushes "the 5th" back and off the working front jack!
The rear end bounces into the wooden post with the
utilities (cable, water, electric) crunching the back corner.
A
nd the
top front of “the 5th” lands on the top of the pickup bed-rails (denting them
and the molding on “the 5th”) AND inside Elaine goes flying out of her chair wondering what the heck is going on! Good news (remember I’m now the “glass half full” gal!), the jack does gets
fixed as well as some issues with the hot water heater and a cosmetic fix on
the inside for about $100.
I’m working at
ignoring the upcoming dealings with two insurance companies, two deductibles, and
the logistics for getting repairs done on the “mobile” home we’re living in and
the only form of automobile transport we have!
No comments:
Post a Comment