Well That Was Nerve Wracking
Today was pick up the RV day from Cruise America day. I got all of my final packing and hauling stuff down the stairs done earlier than my friend Kay was scheduled to pick me up. So I checked and rechecked my checklists. A few times. I wandered around the house and deck aimlessly but with determination. I worked myself into a nervous tizzy. I am so grateful to have Kay take me down there. She's an experienced RVer, accustomed as she was to traveling endlessly to conformation shows to put who-knows-how-many championships on her German Shepherd Dogs. As she talked about how much she liked her Class B (whatever that is), I found encouragement but little relief from my increasing anxiety. I grilled her about how, exactly, the toilet worked - why that became an obsession escapes me. I mean, really. I packed enough Immodium for a family of four (where did I put that again?). Kay, champion that she is in her own right, said she'd follow me home. The RV controls were all fairly ...