Cramming for Finals

Eric helped me get a tire guy to come out and switch my cupped steering axle tire to the back.

My departure date in October is barreling toward me and I am frantic to fully prepare myself for this new adventure.  I spend everyday attacking the projects I believe must be completed before I leave.  The RV spends everyday trying to add another item to the list.  Will I ever rise out of this maintenance quagmire?

Like cramming for final exams, I have all the RV manuals out to study.  YouTube videos train me on how to drive, repair and maintain a big rig.  I take practice mini road trips.  My friends and family may soon stop answering my calls as I reach out to them for advice and/or assistance.

Training Road Trip - Phase 2

Dean and Terrie kindly arrange to meet me at my RV for hook-up lessons.  No, they are not prematurely forcing me out into the dating scene.  Dean is convinced that I can and should use the trailer to haul the Jeep.  He has devised some tactics to help make this task easier for me. 

I have a hitch mounted camera on order to help me attach vehicles by myself.  I could sure use a volunteer to help me install some PVC markers on the rear of my trailer.  Because the trailer is more narrow than the RV, Dean thinks I should add them so I can see the end of the trailer in my mirrors.  I am not especially handy with U-Bolts so I will need help with this.

Dean installs a tire bump on my trailer so I know where to stop the Jeep.

Loading the Trailer

Under the watchful eyes of Dean and Terrie, I practice loading and unloading the Jeep on the trailer.  Using no ramps just like Storm, I am able to climb up onto the trailer.  After skimming the skid plate on the way down, I understand why Storm was determined to install a lift kit on the Jeep.  A couple of extra inches of clearance make loading less nerve-racking.  Once loaded and tied down, Dean inspects my work and declares the trailer ready for the road.  As my final test, Dean and I take the whole rig for a ride to a nearby LP gas filling station to top off my tank.  We successfully return with all equipment still attached!

My first solo 4 wheeling experience with the Jeep - climbing on the trailer.
Checking to make sure the hitch is secure - I promise to wear better shoes next time!

Consequences of Trying to be a Good Spouse

I have been sharing the following story with my recent visitors and helpers.  Hope you enjoy the following marital tale. 

I loved that once we went full time in our RV, I had Storm to myself so much more than before retirement.  When we both worked, we saw very little of each other during the week and on Saturdays.  Sunday we often spent enjoying our toys (motorcycles, planes, etc.) with groups of our friends.  The extra alone time with Storm was a precious gift that I cherished.

I hoped to make our increased time together enjoyable for Storm also.  After the first two years, I resolved to begin ridding myself of what I thought he might consider my most annoying little habits.  The worst, I thought, was my total inability to walk away from our parked vehicle without asking him if he locked the door.  He ALWAYS locked the doors, yet I asked him “did you lock the doors?” every time we parked.  I never needed to ask at all.  Even if he did not lock the Jeep (which he would have I assure you), we were hardly ever anywhere that it would have mattered.

About six months before Storm got sick, I was finally making headway on this self improvement project.  Even though I often had to choke the question down sometimes leaving teeth marks in my tongue, I refused to ask him about the locks.  Sadly, I’ll never know if he noticed my “self improvement” since our time together was so abruptly cut short.

So Is There a Moral to this Story?

Now that he is gone, I find myself suffering the unintended consequences of my efforts.  Because Storm ALWAYS locked the doors and because I tried so hard to suppress my concern about them, I now find that I CANNOT remember to secure the Jeep when I park it.  Several times I have abandoned the Jeep for hours in a parking lot without giving the locks a thought.  If this story has a moral I guess it could be:

It’s never too soon to make yourself a better person (think of the lock inquiry free days Storm could have enjoyed if only I had begun to suppress this tic earlier).

Or maybe as Billy Joel sang: “Don’t go changing to try and please me.”  Cause you might need that quirk if I’m gone.

In Loving Memory

Stormy Weathers

About Sunny Weathers

Pilot, motorcyclist and full time RVer. Follow me as I travel all over the US in my Country Coach RV volunteering, making new friends and pursuing a constant outdoor temperature between 70F and 80F. I'll share the fun and the tribulations and any great survival tricks I learn!

8 Replies to “Cramming for Finals”

  1. jim & sandy dukeman says: Reply

    Good to here from you, you are getting some excellent help. No matter where you go or what you are doing there will be some great folks there to lend a hand. Keep up the good work, love ya Kid. GOD BLESS
    JD/SD
    Jim & Sandy

    1. Sunny Weathers says: Reply

      I am getting some excellent help and I am very lucky and blessed to have it. Love you too!

  2. Thanks for checking in. You are a better woman than I…I don’t know if could, or would want to handle the rig by myself!! Safe travels!

    1. Sunny Weathers says: Reply

      You would probably be surprised at what you can do. It is intimidating handling it alone though. I am sure hoping I can find a spotter to help me if I have to back into a campsite.
      Sorry about the emoji problem – I fixed that comment for you. Hope one day to get emoji’s to work right in comments but believe it or not that is not a simple thing. Thanks for following me!

  3. You got this Deb! Nina and I are looking forward to meeting up with you on the road.

    1. I hope I got this – lately it seems more likely that it has me. I am looking forward to meeting up with you guys on the road too!

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