A Stay at Home Day

Wow!  What a productive day!  We each had several things on our chore lists for today so we put our noses to the grindstone and “got ‘er done”.

Gene got to spend some quality time (maybe I should say quantity time) at the local Ford dealership this morning.  It was time for an oil change and tire rotation.  He was out the door early to be somewhere near the front of the line for service.  He reported when he got home that he was either 30 minutes too early leaving or 30 minutes too late.  He left the house a few minutes past 7:30 and hit every school zone all the way across town.  By the time he got there all the early birds had filled up the service bays.  If he had waited a half hour he would have gotten there as these birds were leaving, putting him at the head of the second wave.  He only had to wait about an hour and a half anyway, which was not long in the scheme of things.

I spent my morning getting my Rio Grande Valley photos labeled, in chronological order and then copied to disk.  This task, which I can describe in a single sentence, took about 4 hours.  Our photos tell the story of our journey and later when we recount these travel years, they will be invaluable in supplying the details our minds will have forgotten.  However, to keep this record in a form that makes some sense later on is very time consuming.  After taking the photos for a day’s outing, I usually spend at least an hour downloading then deleting those which are undesirable.  Some days I get the photos labeled the day they are taken; more often I don’t.  So I keep all kinds of brochures or even just pieces of paper to help me remember all the details.  At least once a week, I have to take a few hours to label and organize or else it becomes almost overwhelming.  I like to copy everything to disk often to avoid the risk of loosing photos.

After lunch, we did our usual 2 mile walk around the campground.  We have finally gotten back in the habit of a daily walk and this is about the 10th day in a row for this little ritual.

Just as a precaution, Gene decided to check the air pressure in his tires.  He had asked the technician to air up the tires according to the label on the door—60 lbs in the front and 75 in the back.  He had to get irritated when he discovered that there was 75 in the front tires and 60 in the rear.  They either ignored his request to air up the tires or they did it backwards.  Whichever, it was wrong, so he got out the air compressor and did it himself.  This wouldn’t have been so irritating if this were the only time it had happened.  However, it happens more often than not.

I got the Montana sparkling inside by vacuuming, dusting, mopping floors, cleaning the bathroom, and washing the windows and mirrors inside.  I also made a cake, but more on that tomorrow.