What a dull news morning it was this morning. I read most everything with a light heart, and I don't believe a single gasp escaped my lips as I sipped my coffee. Yesterday morning was greeted in a similarly light-hearted way. We watched the swearing in ceremony, and then Mike made celebratory waffles for breakfast.
The recipe is one from our diet. If you click on that link I've given you, you'll see that it includes a rub for the meat. We've done it that way, but last night, we marinated the meat instead, using our favorite "Better than A-1" marinade. It's good either way. It just so happens I forgot all about the rub until I'd already made the marinade.
So today a crew is coming by to wash and wax the RV. It's a traditional maintenance task when we make our Rainbird trips. Mike would ordinarily do this, but we pay someone to do it when we come south. It's a lot of work, and it would take Mike days to do it on his own. A crew can do it in a few hours. It's a man thing, you know. He already took advantage of the coin-operated car wash here at the park to wash his truck.
Just before dinner, there was a little excitement here at the park. Someone drove on the road behind our rig (had to be a guest here at the park) and fired two gunshots off into the desert. Well, don't you know that got folks riled up. A park employee lives in the RV beside us, and so he had some words with the offender. Mike spoke with him later and the employee told him the "guest" was a "lunatic," and that the park would handle it. Hm. Mike's going to pay a visit to the office this morning to check up on this "handling" business. It's illegal to discharge a firearm in an area like this, and we were none too happy to have it happen right behind our rig. More on that when I know more.
I'm not sure what's on today's agenda. I'm still threatening to get out the sewing machine and do some sewing. If nothing else, I might start doing some cutting for a little mini. Or I might make a mask out of some camper fabric I have. There's no telling what might happen when the sewing machine comes out. It's Pfelicity, you know, and she loves a sewing party.