Sometimes things don't go quite the way I expect. When I open the refrigerator door in the RV,
I do not expect the eggs to fall out and Plop onto the floor. But they did.
And just this week, I was thinking that I was oh so smart because
I figured out that I can use the bathroom in the RV after it has been
winterized. You simply flush with RV
antifreeze, no water. This might not work in wicked cold temperatures but it's
barely below freezing at night right now.
So I was pleased with myself when nature would call in the middle of the
night and I didn't have to bundle a jacket over my nightie and slipper trek
outside in the cold to use the campground privy. Well, the laugh was on me this morning when I
was at the dump station. The tank was
all emptied and done and the last step was using the high pressure wash to
clean out the RV connector when the fresh water hose slipped out of my
hand. Mind you, this is no common hose.
This was under high pressure and being attached to an industrial spring, this
thing sprung into life on its own, spraying up, down, and all around, soaking
me nicely before I was finally able to force the stiff-from-the-cold hydrant
handle down and off. The only good thing about this event was that I was not in
an urban setting so there was no one around to flash record it on their phone
and create the first dump station viral video.
But the biggie that didn't go my way this week instead went
Pop. While hunting last weekend I
slipped on an icy/frozen/muddy hillside and as my left foot headed off in its
own direction I felt/heard a Pop. It's
not good when your body goes Pop. No one
knows this, but I am stubborn (insert eye roll)
so I hunted the rest of that day thinking that I would "walk it
off." And two days later when I
left for a few days of quail hunting further west, I thought that my pain and sorry limping would subside from more "walking it off." Well, those who have had hamstring injuries
of their own were not surprised in the least when I later told them that only a
couple of hundred yards into my first cover the pain was too much and I had to
turn back and call it quits. And now I
was limping more than ever. To add
insult to injury, poor Kate tangled with a terrible burdock patch during our
abbreviated hunt and it took me longer to remove them from her short coat than
she actually hunted. REST was the chant
so REST it is for a few days here at home. But I'm already feeling less pain so hang in
there dogs, we'll be back out soon and maybe the mud roads will have dried out by then.
Cheers
Lynn Dee
