I'm always rather overwhelmed when I return from a trip, mostly because I have to do everything myself. Unpacking the rig is a daunting task, not to mention the cleaning, then the maintenance and washing poor Baby who hasn't had a bath in over four months. So much to do!!!! Laundry, house cleaning, dusting .... but you know all that already.
It doesn't help at all when you come home to the huge disaster my landscaping was in. After talking to the gardener, I agreed it was the plug, which I really don't understand. This one is only about two years old. Instead of calling me, they did nothing for two weeks of 100+ degree weather. Finally he plugged an extension cord in to another outlet, then OVER watered everything, creating the swamp.
Next up, I picked up a huge box full of mail, expecting to find my truck license tags. I would be wrong. Not due until June 30, I sent them a check on April 25, which they cashed on May 3. There's no more horrible place in the world to be than my local DMV Office. I called instead, to get put in the callback que. Forty minutes later, Ray felt so bad for me he made an appointment at the local office. RATS!!
You can have your tags mailed again for FREE if it's within 90 days. If not, you have to go to the office and PAY $20. I put on my best fake smile, gritted my teeth and entered the depths of DMV Hell. If you ever want your patience tested, I'll give you the address.
There was one person in the appointment line. The lady making the desk assignments ignored her while she waited on five people in the "Non-Appointment" line. I finally asked loudly if this WAS the appointment line. Ten minutes later I got to the desk and was handed a massive amount of paperwork to fill out, which of course wasn't done by the time the man at the window called my number.
Obviously irritated with me, he grabbed it from my hands (smile pretty Nancy) and asked for my mailing address. He locked up everything and retreated to a back room. Good grief Nancy, what did you do NOW?? I was awaiting the cold hard metal bracelets of shame, when he returned, slapped some tags on the desk and turned his back, mumbling something about they mailed them to the wrong address. Wait, did I hear that right? NO CHARGE. Okay then ..... I was out of there faster than a speeding bullet!!!
Now to address the three garbage cans lining my driveway when I returned home. I already HAVE three garbage cans lining my garage!! Then there was the $2.00 "fee" on my Macys card that the automatic phone answering machine promised to remove. Really?? Who else has these problems?
Back home, I tested out the sprinkler system, hoping to correct some of the debacle when the gardener showed up with a couple of plants. He chopped out one beautiful but certainly DEAD shrub and replaced it. At least he was honest, saying he was sure it was Roundup. You know, the stuff his SON sprays around my yard once a month. No doubt, I agreed .... what about the six I just planted five months ago in the BACK yard that are all dead???
I continued around the yard to find geyser after geyser in the drip system. Even "I" can tell there's a problem even when the water is OFF ... why can't these guys see it? I replaced eight drip emitters before heading to the back yard, to find 4 out of 5 sprinklers emitting water a total of six inches from the sprinkler head. I have an analogy for this, but I'll keep my mouth shut!!
One more item for the day. My shower head died a horrible death when it fell apart in my hands as I was trying to stop the flow of water from around the edge. While at Lowes, I picked up a new one which happened to be on sale. It matches perfectly and worked like a charm, once I figured out how to wrap the pipe with that white tape .... in the same direction as you would screw it on to the pipe. This is NOT the stuff I wanted to learn at my age. Does it work? I've no idea. I'll give it a trial run this morning.
On another good note, the Swanton Pacific Railroad made a video of us riding the little train, which they put on YouTube. Check it out!!!
Golden Spike At Swanton Ranch