The Big Wind

Trip 2 – Day 38

Friday, February 15, 2013

Lately, we have had some big days.  After these big days, everyone looks forward to a good night’s sleep.  It makes the next day possible and keeps people from being cranky.  I will just mention that, last night, no one slept.

We went to bed around 10:00, and it appeared everyone was off to dreamland.  Around 11:00, the wind came up.  Having spent sixteen years on the coast, being lulled to sleep by the wonderful wind is something I am quite comfortable with.  This was not one of those gentle, lulling breezes.  The wind hit the Hag with a force that shook it to its’ core.  Wiley launched himself heavenward, spinning around and sticking his nose under the sheets stopping when he found my face.  I assured him that he needed to go back to his bed, located on the floor, right next to me.  He is quite compliant, and laid back down.  And the wind continued…..for the rest of the night.  The Hag moaned and groaned, things outside blew around, and we tossed and turned.  Morning came, and EVERYONE was tired.  Unfortunately, this was a BIG day.

Being Friday, Craig and I went to the Farmer’s Market and bought a small bag of brussel sprouts, some fresh green beans, bananas, grape tomatoes, and purple onions.  What a treat – fresh produce two times a week, just a short walk away.  Such a treat for the cook.

The next BIG event of the day was the FOY Craft Fair, which was really more of a craft competition.  I had thought about entering my placemats, but found out that I needed to sign-up 24 hours in advance, to be eligible to put something in the show.  Let’s say, I got a little “side-tracked” this week and didn’t get around to doing that.  Again, no matter.  Dad and I went to Hay’s Hall to check out the local talent, and it was quite a show.  When we entered, we were handed a ballot and a pencil and told to vote for one entry in each category.

The Craft Fair

The Craft Fair

A needle felted pillow, made by one of my friends' students

A needle felted pillow, made by one of my friends’ students

No Craft Fair is complete without a sock monkey, and this wee-little one was only about 4" tall.  So. Cute.

No Craft Fair is complete without a sock monkey, and this wee-little one was only about 4″ tall. So. Cute.

And......then there were creative uses of pony beads

Pony bead creations

My humble little placemats would have been NO competition for this lovely quilted piece.  Fabulous work -- It got my vote!

My humble little placemats would have been NO competition for this lovely quilted piece. Fabulous work — It got my vote!

We looked at the wares, I took a few photos of the highlights, we voted, and then……..I met the “Tatting Lady.”  My Grandmother was a tatter, and I presume generations before her also tatted, but then, it stopped.  She worked with me some, when I was young, but her health failed, she left us when I was thirteen, and I never perfected the art.  (Tatting is making lace, using a thin crochet thread, an oval shaped shuttle, and your hands.  Now, lace is made in a factory, but the “real” stuff came from someone’s very gifted hands.)  Marlene, aka “The Tatting Lady,” teaches tatting here at FOY.  I am too late to start this year, but as she said, “The good Lord willing, I will be here next year.”  That is ditto for me.  I’ll come with my Grandma’s tatting supplies, which have waited patiently for me to, once again, give them life.

Marlene, the Tatting Lady.  The lace tablecloth in front of her is an example of her beautiful work.

Marlene, the Tatting Lady. The lace tablecloth in front of her and the lace pieces to the right are examples of her beautiful work.

Late Wednesday afternoon, when the doctor was giving Dad his discharge instructions, he casually mentioned that he wanted Dad to “have some blood work done on the 15th.”  We all gave him an empty nod, and then it dawned on me to ask if he meant February 15th or March 15th.  He gave me a surprised look and said, “February.”  I replied, “You mean THIS Friday, the day after tomorrow?  We are in a campground in the middle of the desert.  Where do you want Dad to go?”  He said that we just needed to find a lab and go, and they (the lab) would take care of getting the results to him.  Then he began talking about other things and left.  So…..that was the task of the day……find a lab and get the job done.

Wiley, napping in the backseat of the Jeep, on the way to Brawley.  Yes, this is the only way he will lay down -- his feet toward the back of the seat and his back at the seat's edge.  Unconventional, but, somehow, it works for him.

Wiley, napping in the backseat of the Jeep, on the way to Brawley. Yes, this is the only way he will lay down — his feet toward the back of the seat and his back at the seat’s edge. Unconventional, but, somehow, it works for him.

I did some calling around, and we decided to head south to the small town of Brawley.  Dad could go to the lab at the local hospital, Pioneers Memorial, and then we could do some grocery shopping, etc.  And that is just what we did.  The hospital was small, but very accommodating, with a very nice and helpful staff.  We got our business taken care of and went to the Walmart, across the street.

We also needed to go to an RV supply store to pick up a new “carbon monoxide detector.” About a week ago ours failed, beeping randomly 5-10 minutes apart during the night, which awoke and “upset Wiley.”  After the 4th or 5th beep, Craig exited the Hag, with a flashlight, in the dark, rummaged through her outside compartments and found the tools necessary to de-commission the errant sensor.  We had the discussion about “just leaving it until we get home,” but the temporary “fix” with the screwdriver holding the wires would, most likely fail us on the bumpy ride home.

The temporary "fix" for the carbon monoxide detector

The temporary “fix” for the carbon monoxide detector

Then the wires would slip down into the wall, lost forever, leaving an eternal hole in the wall where a sensor once was.  So, a after a few calls, and several stops Craig found someone who could find and order a sensor that would fit into our hole in the wall.   As is everything with an RV, especially an older one, things and times change, and replacement parts often mean more work, as in:  cutting into the “woodwork,” and trying to make it look like you haven’t totally bo-jangled everything together.  Thank you, “Brawley Trailer Supply” in Brawley, California.

By this time, it was mid-afternoon, and I suggested that we stop to eat.  The RV supply shop suggested “Brownies” and mentioned that they had both Mexican and American food.  How perfect for us: something for everyone.  We stopped, we ate, and folks were happy.  Dad had a chef’s salad, Craig had tacos, and I had enchiladas.

Lunch time at Brownies

Lunch time at Brownies

It was on our way out of town and the food was okay, not great, but acceptable.  WE MADE A DECISION AND STOPPED TO EAT!  For us, it seems, this is a monumental event!

The boys leaving Brownies

The boys leaving Brownies

And then, we drove home to FOY, stopping for a train to go by.

Waiting for the train.  To the left, in the distance, is the Border Patrol station.

Waiting for the train. To the left, in the distance, is the Border Patrol station. (It’s the arch)

If I haven’t mentioned this before, I truly believe that we are staying next to the busiest set of train tracks ever.  It is far enough away from FOY, that our only reminder of this fact, is the distant sound of the train whistle in the night.  Again, another one of those VERY comforting sounds.

For dinner, as everyone was stuffed from lunch, I cut and sautéed the brussel sprouts with some fresh garlic and a little onion.  Craig, who dislikes this vegetable, LOVED it, as did Dad.  Served with a piece of wheat sourdough toast, and some grape tomatoes, it was a little feast.

The Tatting Lady's "Ride" or.......the golf cart of the day

The Tatting Lady’s “Ride” or…….the golf cart of the day

Today’s weather:  Sunny and warm with clouds off and on

Daytime temperature:  In the low 70’s

Nighttime temperature:  In the 50’s

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