Welcome to Day 5 and what a fine day it is. Yesterday was skin cancer surgery day which meant that the dermatologist took a Mike Tyson chunk out of my left ear. I was all about posting a picture of what they did on this post, but Vicki, with good taste and common sense vetoed that thought. Good thing, as I reflect on it, it is pretty gross. But if you truly want to see it, PM me and I’ll send you a photographic copy of the surgery results. Not incredibly painful, more than a Covid shot, but less than a gunshot wound. It will be a week of testing the tissue to make sure that he got all the cancer and if that’s the case, he’ll take a graft from chest and stitch me back together. If not, more slicing to get the rest of the cancer.
We are really loving this new table in the front of the coach. One thing we’ve noticed is that on the front windshield, a couple of wrens have decided that they need to land on the coach’s windshield wiper and proceed to tap out morse code on the windshield for a better part of the day! I shoo them off every five minutes, but they return only to tap harder!!! Other than maybe sharpening their bills, the only reason I can fathom as to why they do this is that they are incredibly stupid!!! But that’s just one man’s opinion.
As most have you have seen on FB, our beloved Annie crossed the Rainbow Bridge a little over a week ago. The rig seems empty without her and we could not have gotten through the ordeal without all the kind words all of you wonderful folks sent us. Roxie has become the alpha dog in the house and is adjusting slowly. She still walks gingerly to the front or rear of the coach looking for and avoiding the troll. She is learning that she gets to sit on the seat of the golf cart and not ride on the floor. Also, we take her more frequently in the truck, especially when we go for coffee. That’s her new favorite thing as she gets her own pupacino and that definitely causes her blind eyes to light up!
We are planning blow this popsicle stand around the 1 of April enroute to an east coast summer via the central US. We are not going to tow the truck, rather, Vicki and I are both going to drive and how both vehicles perform and how we perform. Our goal is to go about 200 miles per day and look at this trip as a vacation in terms of length of stays a waypoints during the trip. Hopefully we’ll make it up to Maine and then down the eastern seaboard. Stopping in to see old friends and hopefully make new ones as we hop-scotch across ‘Murica’. The blog will definitely become a travel log as we go.
For Christmas I bought Vicki a squirrel resistant bird feeder. Basically it has a spring loaded bar that when a bird lands on it, it does not shut the feeder, but when a squirrel grabs hold, it closes. This now provides hours of entertainment as we sit in the screen room watching these clever little rodents try to get a free meal. You can see them think through the problem, only to be denied time and again. Then they jump into the oak tree and go full on Samuel L. Jackson as that chatter M#%$%#$ F$#%@ at us as we just laugh. It’s turn abouts fair play as the little buggers were eating through 20 lbs of bird seed in less than a week.
While I’m sure I could ramble on even more, I’ll stop for now as a new wren is tapping out an urgent message on our windshield. Either the Russians have started a thermonuclear war, or the bird feeder is empty. I’ll have to check. Until tomorrow, we are still loving retirement.
