6-8-2024 INTRODUCTION TO THE SUMMER T-LOGS

 It’s that time again!  Hi to all you t-loggers out there!

 

For many weeks, we’ve been submerged in preparations:  Packing, planning, making notes, checking off stuff on lists, stopping mail and papers, putting sticky notes on the mirrors, checking off doctor appointments, coordinating with our security arrangements including the Sheriff and juggling with last-minute panics.  Spinning the plates, we call it.  Examples include but are not limited to:  Our burglar alarm system suddenly decided to go south, what’s up with that?  Then, our electric gate developed a problem that required a visit by our friendly gate-guy.  Oh no… upon lathering up Noobee, chips were found in the windshield.  Off to the glass shop.  I myself checked off six doctors in just a couple of weeks.  In that regard, it’s been a long haul for both of us since last September as it involved my eye, 2 surgeries and a chauffeur (Rob) and 28 appointments in Las Vegas (and that was just for the first eyeball)!  The other eye will wait until August.  My surgeon didn’t want to rush into surgery on the other eye and then we go away and I develop problems in Hutchinson, Kansas.  For now, I am doctor-free!  Over the next 2,000 miles of travel, I will be sweeping all saloons for doctors before we feel it’s safe to go in.

Lookin' good, Jeepster!

All waxed up and chomping at the bit

GOAT all tucked in for the Summer
"No!  You can't come along!
Down, Boy!"

Blue tape marking the chips... yikes... 

 

Whatever hasn’t been done at this point will remain undone.  Both of our vehicles have been washed, polished and waxed and my back hurts.  We are pulling up stakes at the homestead today, hooking up the Jeepster, doing once-arounds (Spinning the plates.) and finally, heading across the fruited plain to see what kind of trouble we can cause without getting arrested.  Another great reason to take the back roads, now that I think about it!  Lots of open places to hide the bodies.  And we’re off……. Nope, wait…. Back up the truck.  Here we are at T minus 1 and the aux battery that feeds the aux brake unit in the Jeepster is dead as a doornail.  OK, we’re off and limping for a bit with no brakes in the Jeepster until we find a new battery.  It’s always somethin,’ Jane. 

Off like a prom dress!