Today we had scheduled as an “administrative day”. After 12 days on the road, we needed to get some laundry done and wanted to get the truck cleaned up. Knowing it would be a slow day, we slept late and we all had a leisurely morning.
The Boys still require their morning and evening pills but have decided that regular marshmallows (their normal hide-the-pills-in-the-food choice) are no longer acceptable vehicles for pill delivery. They want their pills to be delivered in something tastier. Tasty is relative – I bought nasty bologna for them so Merlin (who was sick a few days ago) would eat something. This stuff is nasty. Who eats this crap? There’s like 3 different animals all hacked up and blended into this gelatinous goo. The ingredient list is disgusting. An ingredient list for the lunch meat I eat says: “Turkey breast, water, sea salt, potato starch, cultured celery juice” – and that’s just the natural stuff I’m forced to buy at Wally World because I no longer have a job. When I buy high quality, organic meat (when I, oh, have a paycheck), it reads something like: “Organic turkey breast, water”. This bologna stuff has an ingredient list so long you need a magnifying glass to read it and a chemistry degree to understand it. Yes, a degree in chemistry is required, not a degree in nutrition. There are more chemicals in this stuff than anything with nutritional value. Blech, blech, blech. Anyway, nasty content aside, the song that I know from those 1970s commercials is still with me, so I pulled out a slice of bologna, dangled it in front of the dogs, and sang… “ My bologna has a first name, it’s O.S.C.A.R., my bologna has a second name, it’s M.E.Y.E.R., oh I love to eat it every day and if you ask me why I’ll say, cuz Oscar Meyer has a way with B.O.L.O.G.N.A.” Apparently, singing the entire jingle while dangling the meat in front of the Boys’ noses was more than they could stand, so Merlin spastically grabbed his slice from my fingers as soon as I let out the last “A” – which I guess he knew was the end of the song. I dunno. They’re awfully smart. Bill started cracking up. He was in the bathroom while this was going on and all he heard was “My bologna has a first name, it’s O.S.C.A.R., my bologna has a second name, it’s M.E.Y.E.R., oh I love to eat it every day and if you ask me why I’ll say, cuz Oscar Meyer has a way with B.O.L.O.G.N.A. OWWW!!”. It was pretty funny…but I guess you had to be there.
We had to relocate to a new site so we hitched up, moved 50 feet, unhitched and leveled. The new site was small, but it was on the end of the loop, so the view was wide open and not obstructed by other tuna cans.
This is a shot from the bathroom. Yeah, I guess that’s kinda gross, but it’s nice to have something pretty to look at when you’re sitting there. :-)
To prevent an eye injury from my hair always whipping into my face when we drive sans air conditioning (which is most of the time), I decided to cut my hair short. I’ve been cutting my own hair for several years now, but I’m usually pretty conservative about the styling. Not because I want to be conservative, but because I don’t want to screw it up. Knowing I didn’t have to go to work, church, or be seen by anyone I know (except for the Usabs), I decided to live on the wild side and hack away. I also figured if I messed it up too much, I’d just wear a hat until it grew out. To be honest, there is a bit more hair missing in the back (that left side gets me every time), but in my defense, it’s really hard to cut your own hair in a teeny little bathroom without sufficient lights or mirrors. Here’s the new cut…this pic is strictly for Cindy.
After the chop fest, we took the laundry to the campground facilities and washed 4 loads. These were the cleanest facilities I’ve ever seen – which is fortunate because I dropped a bunch of stuff on the floor as I was removing it from the dryer. Eh, I’m camping.
We drove into the fine town of Livingston in search of a car wash. We found one quickly and got the truck pretty clean for a mere $3.00. There’s not a lot going on in the town of Livingston. It took us less than 15 minutes to drive the whole town. We topped off the tank (it’s SO much easier to get gas when you’re not pulling a 31 foot box behind you) and headed back to the campground.
I did some rearranging of the cabinets to try and limit the swift reaction tests we’re forced to endure every time we open the cabinets after a site relocation. Bill did man stuff and used the Dremel to cut out the metal grate for a custom fit on the screen door. A fine job I must say given the limited tools he had to work with.
Since we had little to do, we put together a yummy dinner of potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, tomatoes with basil, and the wild lake rice we bought in Wisconsin. Wild lake rice is weird. And it takes forever to cook. 30 minutes is forever to me. I’m hungry. 20 minutes for Basmati and Jasmine is all I can stand. We each did a little Iron Chef plating to see how talented we are at presentation. You decide. It could have been plated in the dog bowl and I wouldn’t have cared. It was sooo tasty.
We spent the rest of the day chillin’ and talking about where we would go tomorrow. We discussed heading to Idaho but still hadn’t made any plans by the time we went to bed. No matter…we’ll decide as we go.
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