We are back at Home Base San Antonio for a few weeks, reconnecting with family and friends, and generally just gettin’ things done: medical appointments, vehicle inspections, registration renewals, returning our sophomore to UT-Austin. That kind of thing.
But today felt like vacation! Although Tim would disagree, I believe that better than having a boat is having friends who have boats, and we were treated to an afternoon on the lake by our friends Jay & Kris, who we met last year, thanks to this RV lifestyle.
And yes, after much waffling and psyching myself up and deciding that what I really needed on this day was for my child to see me get over myself, I took a deep breath, got in the water, and muscled on those skis.
After inhaling a fair amount of lake on my first try (see title above), I got up on the second attempt, after a 28-year hiatus, y’all.
Oops. Guess I did the math.
We couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend this last day here with our Longhorn. Tomorrow we move him back into his school-year home!
It all started when Tim said, “Honey, I’m ordering a new antenna, and it will be the solution to all our internet connectivity problems, and by golly, you will never suffer service interruptions again!”
OK, that’s not what he said. It’s just what I heard, because I didn’t understand a single word of all the techno-jargon he used after “antenna.” Also, he never uses the phrase “by golly.”
Mother Nature slammed San Antonio with an intense hail storm late Tuesday night. We’re talking national news-worthy baseball-sized stones, and those babies were loud from inside this here tin can. More than 16,000 damage claims were filed with our insurance company alone.
By the light of Wednesday morning, Tim and I went outside to inspect the BFT & the Toad, and were relieved to find only a small cluster of dimples on the roof of the truck, and a couple of cracks in the skylight above our bathroom. Nothing had shattered in the night but our nerves!
Knowing it’s far better to prevent a leak than to wait for one to surprise us at a more inconvenient time, Tim ordered a new skylight, and we got to work today, since rain is predicted for tomorrow, and we’re hitting the road on Tuesday (more on that next week).
I don’t appear in any of these photos because I was taking them, but I assure you that in between all the clicks, I really was helping (and sweating, and swearing, and wishing one of our kids were here so that it could be Rohrer & Son RV Repair instead of Rohrer & Wife RV Repair).
And guess who got to lie in the grass and “supervise” the whole operation. Yyyyup. Good-for-nothin’ fur ball.