Wow – I’m actually sitting in my RV and it’s NOT parked in Austin! It’s been so long since I could say that… but really I don’t know if I’ll be totally convinced I’m really fulltime RVing again until I get past Louisiana at least. The only trips I’ve taken since I landed in Austin in 2008 were to Baton Rouge a couple of times in connection with my aunt’s cancer diagnosis and admittance into hospice. Driving the same road, staying at the same places, all make me think of my Aunt Loretta more than usual.
She died a little over a year ago and my mom’s condition at the time made it impossible for either of us to get to her funeral, something I will always regret. Her 74th birthday would have been April 19, and I just remembered we are both Taureans (and, yes, the reputation of the stubbornness that the “bull” is known for is well deserved in both of us)!
I was sorry it didn’t work out that I could stop and see my cousin Pam who now lives in Katy. But tomorrow I will be in Baton Rouge for a visit with my other cousin Cindy, and I’m looking forward to that. I know how much my 5 cousins miss their mamma and I still miss my Nanny!
This trip feels like deja vu for another reason. Last time I had the steps to the motorhome get stuck in the down position and had to have a mobile tech rig it so they would stay up so I could drive it. I wrote about that trip on the blog at “Missing My Nanny Already.”
This time, by the time I was about half way to my first night’s destination, when I went outside to get propane, I realized the steps wouldn’t go down. Not a huge deal since I can easily enough still get in and out (thank God I’m at least still that spry), but since I was right by my “old angel” Harm Asbury from Bosselman in Brookshire, TX and was going to stop by to see if he was there anyway, I gave him a call.
He told me to come on over and he’d see if it was the fuse that I was told had caused the problem the last time. I told him I was coming over for a hello hug anyway and if it was a simple fix, that would be great.
Once I got there, and he found and tested all the fuses, and they were all okay, I said that was enough and I’d deal with it at a motorhome place in SC. He just said, “Hush – I’m your angel, remember?” What a kick!
He certainly hadn’t lost his wings, because he insisted on climbing underneath the stairs checking power sources or some such magic. He spent so much time I felt guilty to once again interrupt his day, but he was one determined angel!
His diagnosis? There was power going to the control unit, but no power from the control unit to the stair motor, so it’s a parts issue. So I’ll have to get that taken care of once I get to South Carolina.
Between that delay and having virtual assistance work to do by the time I got set up at an OK-for-overnight-RV-park, I’m pretty beat.
But it’s good to know that angels still abound on my journeys. He made me promise to stop by and see him again on the way back and by that time he’d be a daddy again – his wife is expecting another baby in June. If his care for his customers speaks at all of his care as a dad, that’s one lucky kid! Thanks so much, Harm! It was good to see you again and it will be good to hit the road again tomorrow…