Well, I thought I did a good job. Got off my duff and quit procrastinating. Added bleach and water to my fresh water tank so it could slosh around on the ride and get clean. Got the inside secured. Did some extra outside stuff. Then I went to start unhooking. OOPS I forgot - my cable line won't come off. Got out two different pairs of pliers - tried using a silicone spray. 1/2 an hour later, and full of sweat, I went looking for one of the guys here I know would help. Only one I could find didn't have a pliers that would work either.
So, I came inside, and started the rig up - at least I know the engine still starts right up Then I broke the parks rules and started up the generator, and turned on the air. Only let it run about 15 minutes, but again, at least I know it started up and worked.
Uncovered the scooter - rode into town and bought myself some treats - let's see, dark hershey kisses, a bag of the mini 3 musketeers, a box of Little Debbie brownies - yep, I was totally OUT of chocolate LOL - that was not gonna be. OK, I did buy a few other things - like some fruits and pork chops and tuna, etc. Scooter needs to be covered back up - but the groceries are put away (can't get too many on the scoot ) - changed my bed, and it's all inviting looking for a good night's sleep tonight -
OK, so this afternoon, I'll take the golf cart that was loaned to me this week and Peaches and I will hit the beach for a bit. I'm giving this golf cart a workout while I have it. Peaches loves golf carts and will be totally disappointed when it's owner takes it back, probably Monday - but Tuesday after work, we leave for 3 days, so maybe when we get back she'll have forgotten. Nah - not gonna happen. She'll be giving me those SAD eyes - but, NO I AM NOT going to buy Peaches a golf cart. I'm NOT, no I am NOT. Doth I protest too much? I am going to have to work harder at getting her to ride the scooter. She'll sit on the flat part between my feet, but as soon as I start it, she bolts LOL - is so funny to see. I have to work with her on it, but haven't spent the time. But a golf cart pulls in our drive, or even goes past, and she runs and jumps on the seat like she's entitled. Silly dog.
I'm a ramblin' - hope y''all don't mind. But I did have the best intentions of taking the rig for a ride. Really, really I did.