Old Sol’s having to fight his way through a lot of haze this morning. The residue of patriotic zeal, most likely. I’m not seeing it in the western sky, so I’m guessing someone between here and Harper managed to set the world on fire with a Chinese firework, or Chinese-manufactured US flag waving in the wrong dry grass. But the Far Departments in this part of Texas know how to deal with such things and likely they’re used to them.
Incidently, for those interested, the Invader Cat turns out not to be defunct. Re-emerged a couple of days ago l0oking sleek and fat, minus the damaged eye and skull on that side. Treating himself as though he’s part of the program here.
Meanwhile, Tabby’s still refusing to enter the RV, though she’s being sociable enough, otherwise. I picked up some more un-flavored Chinese sardines at Dollar Tree in Kerrville early in the week figuring to try luring her into accustoming herself to it. If that doesn’t succeed, I’ll have to resort to starvation as the next instrument of persuasion.
It’s time I began feeding them all in there, anyway, if only to encourage the Invader Cat to go back where it is someone’s feeding him.
Went to the laundry in Kerrville while I was in town, which was novel and uplifting. Nice way to get clothes clean, when you think about it. Sat around in there watching the odor of unwashed clothing being replaced by a white tornado turned sideways. Listened to people discuss how hot it is, how dry it is, and got a bit of reading done.
Went around to the various oil-change and lube people and found the ones with the best deals for oil changes and lubes at the moment have doors too low to allow the RV inside. Even WalMart. But there are a couple of the QuickLube, JiffyLube types of places I haven’t tried yet.
Before I left here I loaded up the RV with belongings to be taken to storage in Harper, which is the illusion of progress I mentioned at the beginning. I’ll have a number more of those trips before I hit the road.
Swung by one of the side streets lured by a sign, “FRESH PEACHES” while I was in Harper and ended talking chickens to the lady selling them. Nice coming across someone who likes chickens as much as I do.
There’s an old RV behind a house near Harper about the same vintage as this one, looks as though it hasn’t been moved in years. I looked at it through binoculars to see whether the ladder was intact [the one on this one’s going to have to be replaced], then knocked a while at the door. Finally left a note asking whether they’d be interested in selling the ladder.
If they get back in touch with me there’s another item or two I might also be able to buy off that one…. another piece of the illusion of progress.
But sometimes progress manages to be just marching in place. I’m hearing from Rich and Jeanne that the hot and dry out west is severe enough to justify stalling until something breaks with the heat and moisture. New Mexico and Arizona are either in the process of burning, or getting ready to burn. I’m not crazy about putting the kinds of stresses on the tires and drive-train going across pavement hot enough to fry an egg on will provide.
Maybe in a few weeks it will be more inviting.