New Year's eve wasn't all that spectacular here, as fog crept in and blanketed the Valley, keeping temperatures in the low 50's. The only thing on my To-Do list was to finish washing the rig.
In spite of a few minor mishaps, I finished scrubbing and rinsing about 3:00. She looks 100% better, if you don't get too close. In spite of washing, rinsing, washing and rinsing again, there are still streaks and spots I can't reach. I figure the less time spent on a ladder where I might break my head, the better.
Cooper, Jessie and I sat around and watched the ball drop, which Cooper orchestrated for us at about 7:30 p.m.
By 8:00, everyone was asleep on the couch. If it weren't for all those other crazy people out there shooting off guns, M80's and fireworks, it would have been a quiet night.
Thankfully, it wasn't near as bad as it has been in the past. Every time there is the slightest pop, Miss Jessie runs shivering to my closet where she hides in a dark corner. I was sure we were under major attack when one BANG went off and actually shook the windows of my house. Now THAT'S scary!!
After maybe 30 minutes, everyone seemed to run out of ammo .... or maybe everyone in my neighborhood is getting old. At any rate, by 11:00 it was quiet as a mouse.
As for today, there is one thing to be said about washing your motorhome. You encounter all manner of things that need to be repaired. I'll work on those today and report tomorrow.