I spent my third night in the coach last night and it was the first night spent on the newly foam-enhanced mattress. I was very pleased. I slept well with no hip soreness from a too-thin mattress. Of course it helped that we were smart enough this time to turn off the gas water heater (the intermittent startups are just loud enough – and close enough to the bed – to wake us) and close the windows so we didn’t freeze our butts.
It was Jett’s fourth night in the coach as she came up Friday with the grandkids. Yes, we have our two lovely grandkids – Regan, 12, and Patrick, 7 – staying with us (or, more accurately, Jett as I need to work) for 2 weeks. I pray for fine weather.
Patrick went hunting for frogs yesterday at the campground’s pond and found a few. But he also slipped in the mud and fell into the pond. I guess he need pond practice.
I drove up with a very light load in the big GMC pickup yesterday – just a rug fragment that we intend to us outdoors for the season, my toolbox and a plastic tote filled with a couple of pillows, a DVD player that will travel with us, and a few other items that Jett requested. I threw the day’s Boston Globe on top, latched the lid and headed north. About 3 miles up I-93 I was surprised to see the Globe blowing away in a storm of full-page confetti. I can imagine that the drivers behind me were none too pleased. I wasn’t very happy, either. I got to the breakdown lane without running anyone off the road, got out of the truck and was proceeding to move the tote to the front seat (which is where I should have put it to begin with, obviously) when a state trooper pulls in behind me. I had visions of me being cuffed and imprisoned for felony littering, but he was very nice. He wanted to know if I had lost anything other than the paper and the tote lid. I said that was all, he wished me well and let me proceed. But the truth was that I thought I had lost a bag of bulkie rolls (I had seen them twirling in the air when I first noticed the paper storm), a pair of sandals and maybe the remote for the DVD. I devoted the remaining hour of the trip north to mentally kicking myself for being so careless and thinking about how to replace the remote. But when I got to the campgound I found that everything except the paper and the lid was still in the bed of the truck. I was relieved. But still angry with myself.
Maybe I will take a quick look for the lid tonight when I go back. Not that it is so valuable, but it would be one less piece of trash to feel responsible for.