Couple Of Chairs

I bought a couple of chairs, and after a couple of hours sitting in the first one I wanted to get up and go outside. I couldn’t as the chair was  fastened to a Boeing. Even in high zoot section you don’t want to be sitting there as long as the flight  as those seats get more uncomfortable  the further you fly.

Atmost Fired Beethoven

My first chair had a pedal. I think it’s for in a emergency if the plane is skidding off the runway the driver will ask you to pump it like a brake in hopes of slowing that sky carriage down.

Seated Here You May Be Asked To Help In A Emergency

The first leg of my travels was also interesting as the woman across from me remained covered un in a flirtation cape, blanket  and coughed occasional like she had tuberculosis or her lung was loose. Fortunately, she wasn’t contagious to me.

My second seat on  a older 737 east bound for GEG was  way back on the edge of the high zoot section  and had no  pedal. Those senior jets must have had better brakes and needed no assistance stopping from the riders.

My first order of business once  the door was open was to get around the woman on the most forward seat, who on boarding fussed and fussed with her carrion bag, as she had to have blankets eye masks, head phones moisturizer, special hydration,  and who knows what all for a 45 minute  fright from SEA to GEG, and you guessed she had  to put all that stuff back in her bag to be able to pack it off the sky  carriage.

I said excuse me rather loud and she scampered back into her area to fuss with her stowing and not impede me and who knows how many hundreds  of humans that  were behind me cramed into the most popular  for airlines jet in the sky.

Once in the terminal I needed to use the restroom and did so.  I hadn’t been on the ground very long and was still adjusting to seeing no snow, and thinking that the light jacket I had worn from home where it was negative 27 when I left ,was going to be to warm when I had the misfortune of spotting a felon 47 cult member   in full regalia with a felon 47 hat but what really said I am a racist was the big red T shirt with printing large enough for the blind to read that boldly stated “ I’m charlie kirk, jesus and guns. “

Where Ice Gal lives, racism is wrong. Celebrating a racist is wrong. And being a racist is wrong. If you feel different then this probably isn’t the blog for you.

Stop With The Racism & Fascism

The van with a name roared to life once the battery cables had been connected to the battery. This disconnecting the battery seems to be working out.

With the van loaded and stocked up it was time to head out. But first I had to fill up with water, and doing so discovered that my water heater was now a artesian well. This was not good because with all the water leaking out the water heater, I had no water for flushing the toilet, washing dishes…

I Might Need A Water Truck For My Leak

I didn’t quite know what to do but down the road in Pasco I passed the Blue Wave RV shop. I had a really good experience with replacing the house batteries at their shop in Liberty Lake, so I thought why not stop and see what they could do.

Only one person in the service department, but he dropped his other jobs to come out and take a look at the van with a name.  Yes, the water heater was history, but Joe knew where the valves were to bypass  the heater, and after removing a panel under the refrigerator he closed the valves and now the rest of the plumbing is working great.

And the hot water not to worry, I found an new hot spring just a little ways past Burns Oregon called Crane Hot Springs. Definitely worth a stop if you are in the neighborhood. It even has a RV Park

Van With A Name At The Hot Springs RV Park