Indio, California: Everything happened at once
today. It was a busy whirl-wind of activity all day at our little campsite in
Luckily, we woke early and were able to enjoy a cup of coffee and the New York
Times Crossword Puzzle (we have a daily competition) before our campsite became
the epicenter of activity.
Our golf cart was delivered. The guy called. Said he was on his way. Did not
show up for quite a while. In the meantime, My Driver decided to unpack the
dishes, pots, pans, glasses (etc, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc) and place everything
into the cabinets Maricela's crew had meticulously cleaned yesterday. (Last
Spring, before we left, I photographed every cupboard and drawer, so this task
was simplified today.) I was organizing inside the motorhome and tending to
laundry and correspondence.
The golf cart guy arrived and proceeded to unload a golf cart into our driveway.
He started telling Dave something about how the golf cart was having starting
issues and needed to be on the charger... or something was wrong with the
charger... or, heck I can't really recall, because IT WAS NOT OUR GOLF CART! The
guy had brought the wrong golf cart to our campsite.
Oops. He was embarrassed. We were not. We did not want a defective-in-some-way
golf cart as we had not left him with a defective-in-any-way golf cart. Our
golf cart was delivered several hours later. It worked perfectly. We did spend
over an hour removing the Oregon "O" decal from the front of the cart. We had
purchased a new decal (better, larger) and wanted to apply the new logo to our
cart. After clearing the old decal (Goo-Gone, oil, rubbing alcohol, finger nails
picking away!), I completely screwed-up the new decal application.
Ruined our new "O" and will have to order another.
From this photo, you can see our annual yellow pansies have
been planted. If you recall, were having an issue with rabbits last spring.
Rabbits think pansies are chocolate or crack. They can eat ten pansies
plants overnight if we are not vigilant. Our gardener has found a certain
brand of fertilizer (used by area golf courses) that will repel the cute
Hope so, because my next step is to find a beagle.
In the middle of this scenario, the bus washing company
surprisingly arrived to wash our motorhome... even though they had told DT
they would not be able to even touch our motorhome for days as they
were so swamped with returning campers. This often happens. Then
Paul sees our dirty coach, can't stand the sight of our dirty coach, and
somehow mysteriously fits us in to the schedule.
The team washed the motorhome, power washed the awnings, cleaned
the windows, treated the tires (UV protection), treated the roof (UV
protection), then dried the bus and left us looking like we had just left the
Our coach is eight years old.
The crew washed my
filthy Jeep (inside and out) as well.
So many people did so many things to make our re-entry into
Indio easy. Our casita is cleaned. Flowers have been planted. Our bus has
been washed. Our Jeep has been washed. Our golf cart has been delivered. We
have seen Our Friends!
We wrote a lot of checks today. The Motorcoach Country Club supports many
families in the Coachella Valley.
Thursday is Soup Night. I thawed a quart of Tuscan Bean Soup (which I made
weeks ago), tossed a salad (with a persimmon from Gina and Steve) and Dave
and I enjoyed our first meal of the season outside in our pavilion.
Cheers for a great winter ahead!
Until my next update, I remain, your clean (and sort of organized) correspondent.
RV PARK: The
Motorcoach Country Club
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