I'm Still Alive And Kicking

In spite of my tendency to go bury my head in the sand ..... in California ..... I was able to recover my composure yesterday with the help of all those virtual hugs and some big snuggles from Cooper.  He always makes me smile.

I was pretty trashed from no sleep, worrying about the bed in the rig floating away, so at 7:30 I made a beeline for LaMesa RV.  I drove right over to the rig, almost running over some guy.  Turns out it was Carlos! 

I thanked him again for plugging the rig in and rushed inside to check for dampness on the floor.  WHEW!!!  Just a drop or two instead of the flood I was prepared to sop up.  The rig is parked with the back end slightly uphill, so all the water ran downhill instead of inside.  I was one happy camper as I placed a couple of pans to catch anything else.

With predicted rains all day long, Dan and his granddaughter Laila went to the fairgrounds to see what the vendors had for sale.  Amazingly, the rains seemed to go right around the arena and the rodeo went off without a hitch.  

Here's a couple of my pictures from the last one I attended.  Yes, there's a cowboy under that bull's butt!!

It's a dangerous sport.  This guy got up after being kicked in the back ... but only with a little help.

I finally decided to get up off my sorry backside and get to work.  Not bad, eh?  I would have done more, but I ran out of paint.  This sheetrock is sucking it up in spite of the primer already in the paint.  It does look nice, just don't get too close.  I never said I was a great painter!!

As I moved some stuff out of the way, this guy scurried across the floor.  He didn't get far.  A little later I killed another.  I think that brings our total to eleven.  I did some investigating and there are products on the market that will kill scorpions in spite of what my pest control guy says.  I'm buying some.

Now out of paint, I started putting the shelves together.  One anyway, until I realized I needed to paint the ceiling first.  The fewer the obstacles, the better.

Today has another distraction from the rotting wood ... it's POKER SUNDAY!!  No use sitting around crying over spilled milk when I can lose even MORE money.  I'm a terrible poker player, but it's fun to meet up with the neighbors for dinner.  We play all night on $5.00, so I should be okay.

I'm taking Italian pasta salad, which requires a trip to the grocery store.  I'm pretty sure a gallon of Tillamook ice cream will sneak into my cart.  What better way to drown your sorrows!!!