Anyhow, I was in no condition to drive, so we advised the park that we would be staying an extra day. Although I felt quite weak the next morning, I decided to drive Phannie home, and the trip was completely uneventful, thankfully.
At one point, Sandy sweetly offered to drive, but she quickly withdrew that suggestion, perhaps upon noticing all the color drain from my already pale face. Now, my dear Sandy has many gifts and talents, but dealing with machinery, especially vehicles, is not one of them. She will be the first to admit that she hates driving and has no sense of direction, and I'm pretty sure she has avoided a significant accident this long because of the many prayers that go up when people find out she is driving somewhere.
Garages are particularly challenging for her, and it should be noted that she has managed to collide with a center post, a side post, a freezer (twice), and she has even collided with a vehicle I was driving! Some time ago, she called my office in a panic because, in attempting to back out of the garage in our Suburban, she had struck the right side of the garage door frame and tore the tail light assembly off the car. When I arrived at home and raised the garage door, I found the Suburban parked sideways in the garage, a configuration she somehow attained while trying to maneuver farther away from the side of the garage. After sitting immobile in my car for some time, staring at the image before me, I finally strode over to the Suburban and extricated it from its position. Sandy appeared at the door about that time, visibly miffed--not because of damaging the car, but because she had missed her hair appointment. She quickly called her hairdresser and explained what had happened, to which the hairdresser replied, "Oh, this is not good, girl; you need to find a way to make it your husband's fault! That wasn't difficult at all, as I heard Sandy say back to her, "Well, it WAS his fault; he parked too close to the wall!"
You may now have discerned that it is not entirely necessary to feel sorry for Sandy as I relate her escapades in this blog. She gives as good as she gets, and I get away with less than you think.
Perhaps now it is clear why it might not be the best idea to put Sandy behind the wheel of a 40-foot, 32,000-lb. motor home. The things that could happen in such a circumstance are limited only by one's imagination.
We had only one other hiccup while we were in OKC. At one point, we lost power to all the AC plugs, and when I attempted to reset the circuit breaker in the coach, I found none of them tripped. An RV tech happened to be in the park that day and showed me where to reset the inverter circuit breaker in the battery bay. I guess the PDI was not as decent as I thought when we picked up Phannie.
How did Sandy occupy her time when I was attending training classes? Well, she has some favorite TV shows, and she's reading Laura Bush's memoir. She also likes to keep up with friends and family with e-mail and Facebook.
|Sandy checks Facebook|
So this closes out the shakedown cruise. We got to know Phannie a good deal better, and we think we're going to be great friends.