Gary did some research, found the batteries he wanted to get, found the distributor in the area and called. Yes, they had what he wanted, yes, he could pick them up and - wonder of wonders - the manager said he’d actually install them for free. Whoo-eee. What a deal ! ! ! OUR kind of deal ! ! ! Gary then set about learning all about batteries, investigated ours and how they were hooked up and drew a schematic,
Hey. look, no batteries on this pullout.
Meanwhile, I checked our next campground which doesn’t take reservations and learned that they would not have any spaces for us next week. Ah, now what? I called the campground we were going to after that one but they had no spaces for next week either so - I re-upped for another week here in San Diego. And, what is wrong with that? Can’t beat San Diego in the winter.
We gave them our batteries for recycling (did you know that lead acid batteries top the list as one of the most highly recycled consumer products? No, well, now you know.) they loaded the pretty new red ones (I told Gary that I wanted ‘pretty’ batteries) into the Jeep and we were heading home. (And, no he didn’t crush the milk or the Shredded Wheat - just old boxes he put under the batteries to protect the Jeep flooring.) Look at those whiny new batteries.
After a short lunch, Gary began the process of installing our 6 new batteries: 2 for the RV and 4 for the house.) Me, I worked on some other administrative tasks: I’ve got the sun for light, my computer has a battery in it.
Soon, I noticed that the batteries were not disappearing from the Jeep. Hmmm. He told me this would be a simple job. Oh, but it wasn’t the batteries that were the problem, it was the long bolts and nuts that held them into the tray that was the problem and he was working on that.
Oh, why don’t I clean the RV - yesterday’s rain left thousands of little brown dots all over the RV and were especially obvious on the windows. (Who says rain water is clean?) Besides, we’ve invited Marilyn over tomorrow after lunch to see the RV. Can’t have it so dirty that we can’t see out the windows. Yecch. And, that became my job while Gary was working on the tray.
Here I am in the RV working on my computer.
‘If at first you don’t succeed, try to hide your astonishment.’
Texas Bix Bender
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