Monday, November 23, 2015
November 23, 2015—Tucson to Yuma, Arizona
Yesterday, I sent you a copy of Lori’s e-mail, so you know her concerns. Michelle always says, “Don’t get arrested.” Meredith usually rolls her eyes, throws up her hands, and says, “MOTHER!” Brent, when he hears we are going out onto the Barry Goldwater Bombing Range, says “Please don’t start WW3.” So far, I think they have about covered all the bases!
We had an appointment with Premier Motor Coach Services at 8:00 this morning. We were there on time, but it was after 8:30 before
they took the coach into the workshop. If we’d known that, I could’ve had more sleep. Oh, well! When they had finished putting the new front air bags on, they cooked us a hamburger to take with us, and that kind of made up for the tardiness, though not as good as if it had been In-N-Out. But as my grandmother use to say, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”
As we traveled north on I-10, we got to see how much Tucson has grown that direction. We turned west on I-8 and headed for Yuma. After checking into a campground, Bill spent three hours trying to get our DISH programs set up. It was very frustrating. I was completely stressed about the entire thing. I was really wanting to watch the final dances on Dancing With The Stars. The program was into the second hour when Bill and “someone from somewhere” were able to get our problems solved. What a fiasco?
Tomorrow we will try to find a place to park the motorhome for the next three or four months. There are lots of possibilities in this area. We want to see what it will be like if we have to stop running around the country and perhaps become snowbirds…half the year in Loveland and half in Yuma or wherever we choose. It will be an interesting year.