The afternoon following ...

We probably spent 4 or 5 hours either in Home Depot or returning to Home Depot to find the right materials we need to compete the fixes inside the camper.

Even with the help of a very competent worker, it still took hours for us to figure out the right configuration that will allow us to attach the water filter line through the hot water port in order to end the issue with the water pump.

So we got no work done today but all our materials are lined up, ready to be put in place tomorrow, should the weather hold.

One avoided castastrophe after another - and all before noon!

So I’m supposed to show up at Shazam’s at noon today – that’s when she starts work, and not a minute before. So as I am up and moving about by 6a.m. I decide I can do a laundry mat run before I have to head out to Shazam’s.

So I pile on all my clothes, towels, bath rugs that I want to have clean before I head out this weekend, IF everything gets finished.

I fill the red laundry cart and start walking down the sidewalk toward the laundry mat when I think to examine the street sweeping sign.

Oh lordy, it’s TODAY 9 to12 = so did I luck out. It’s 9:20 and the sweeper isn’t here yet. I race by to the apartment building, deposit my basket behind the orange tree in front of the house hoping no one is interested in either my laundry or the basket, and off I go.

After driving around the block looking for a park on the non-street sweeping side, I decide I might as well run some errands and hope the streets will be swept by the time I get back.

I go to fill up at the biodiesel pump and find out it’s not working. I call the number and he tells me he’ll send a mechanic but in the meantime, I should look for another ‘enter’ button and try again. Well, the other button works so I get to fill up.

Next stop the credit union to deposit a check. I get a 10 minute parking space across from the credit union’s atm but in front of a small storefront. The owner steps out, hands on hips, scowling at me. He’s not happy my big box truck is blocking the view of his plate glass windows, so I hurry.

Of course, my check isn’t accepted and I’m thinking I need to sign and then deposit. So back to my RRB I rush to get a pen. As I open the passenger door, I see a LOT of liquid pooling under the engine. As I look underneath, I see drops of oil sliding off many parts of the engine. I immediately desert the deposit task, hop into the truck and call Amber as I head towards her street, thanking the goddesses she’s less than a mile away, crossing my fingers the entire time I won’t burn the engine.

Amber comes out, feels the liquid and declares it’s not oil but diesel. Really?

The brilliant Amber then locates the source of the leak – a split in a fuel hose underneath a clamp – and sets about fixing it!

I’m soooooo fortunate I have such talented womyn in my life!

Now off to the other talented womon, Shazam, who will work on my water pump and propane heater plus whatever else we can get done today.