I finally finished washing the coach. How can it be when the time comes to wash the rig, it seems as though it has gotten a few feet longer and several inches taller, yet on a rainy day, it shrinks? In the past I have usually washed it all a once, making for quite a big undertaking. Thankfully this time I got smart and realized...hey, I have retired and it is legal to slow down. I took it slow and easy taking two days to finish.
There is such a great feeling of satisfaction when a shine is back on the beast. I don't remember the last time that I was able to wash a vehicle in short sleeves during the first week of January, so somehow the workout my shoulders got is not quite so painful. As Martha Stewart would say, " It is a good thing"
Recently, each night, thick fog has rolled in and hangs heavily until mid morning. I have enjoyed the blanket of quiet and peacefullness that comes with it, but I am not sure I would care to have a steady diet of it. I noticed as we had occasionally crossed the causeway into Mobile, AL one of the signs cautions of fog. We had not seen any sign of it until now. It reminds me of a fall day in Minneapolis when fog fills the Minnesota River Valley.
Speaking of Minnesota, I talked with my girlfriend Sharon yesterday, and she said it was 45 degrees, no snow and beautiful. Bob's family in Michigan was also enjoying 40+ temperatures and we hear reports that all of the snow we got at our home there is nearly gone. On more than one occasion, we have had colder temperatures here in Gulf Shores than our friends and family have had in the North. Strange winter! I do take comfort in the fact however, we can rest assured that the likelihood of us having to shovel snow, is very slim.
Thanks for checking up on us. Have a good day!