Day: September 29, 2011

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Done With Fliers

Tonight, I turned another page of the ‘Financing the Lifestyle’ chapter of my nomadic life. After nearly a full six month of it, I delivered my last flier. This job was work. I enjoyed the middle section of it, the brief window when my body had adjusted to the routine and I had four full days to do them. Now that I had to squeeze them into my evenings after a full day job and working full-time at my own business they were getting to be too much.

My favourite part of finishing was reclaiming the trunk of my car! I’ve had the car in hatchback mode for six months with the back seats flipped down. It was nice to bring the seats back up and apply the trunk cover, making the car look so much neater and tidier.

Now that I finished my fliers a whole even sooner than I needed to, I have gained a whole evening to finish destriping and hopefully do the last of the Poliglow. It’ll be a bit of a race tomorrow since night is coming very early now. 🙁

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Tabitha’s Great Escape

Last night, I made sure the front door was locked and then I went to bed.

It was COLD in the rig this morning and I discovered why as soon as I managed to get out of bed: the front door was wide open!!! The stupid thing doesn’t shut right unless you slam it.

My first thought was MY CATS! But then I calmed down. Neelix had been with me all night. Tabitha had never been outside and would surely be too scared to leave… or would she? A quick check of the rig revealed my worst nightmare; my girl was gone.

Trying to stay calm, figuring that she’d have been too scared to go far, I threw on a warm sweater and some shoes and went out. I called her for about 5 minutes and she appeared by the front door, mewing pitifully. I went to pick her up and she bolted, probably thinking I was mad at her. She took refuge under the rig, right behind the driver’s side rear tires where all I could reach was her tail. She continued to meow but would not let me get close and the minute I let go of her tail she bolted again. Thankfully, it was back to the stairs by the door where she waited for me to let her in.

I have no idea how long she was outside, but my five minute ordeal probably took fifty years off my life.

RV tip: don’t just do a visual check that the door bolt is in the ‘locked’ position. Physically check that the door is actually SHUT!