tiredAfter sweeping up and putting the last of the trash into the box at right, all that was left was this piece of plywood. I can't fit it into the RV. It probably wouldn't fit in the Astro, either. It would cost me more to recover it than it's worth, even though it means forfeiting the deposit — but I put that down twenty years ago, and it wasn't much at the time, so I'm not fussed. I told the management, "If you can get some use out of the sheet of plywood, more power to you," signed off the paperwork, and rolled out of Stow-Away Mini-Storage for probably the final time.
After dealing with the locker, I went and visited my sister. My mother had come down from the hills for the weekend as well. This was the first time they'd seen the RV. When Mom heard I had bought an RV, I think she'd envisioned a big bus or a Winnebago-style box on wheels. The Rolling Stone is much more nimble, even though it still feels huge to me. They were impressed.
I was not impressed with myself, however. This morning I forgot to shut one of the two roof vents, and by the time I heard the loose vent tearing itself free and flying off the roof as I headed down the freeway, it was too late. Fortunately, there's no rain expected tonight or tomorrow, but we're going to need to replace it, of course. In fact, Lisa thinks we'll probably need to replace the other rooftop vents, as they're UV-degraded.
What with spending time visiting with my family, I didn't get home to Fernley until about 9:30 PM. Lisa helped me unload the RV and did an initial diagnosis of the damage to the vent and to one of the interior reading lights that broke off in my hand (old plastic; I only tried turning on the switch and the thing popped off the wall). We'll need to look more carefully on the roof tomorrow in daylight and with a taller ladder than the little one on the rear door. Hey, it's a used RV, and even with only about 58K miles on it, there's more than twenty years of things just getting old and needing work. It still is paying its way in hotel nights I don't have to buy.
It's nice to be home and being able to sleep in my own bed again. Even nicer: no alarm tomorrow, and because I brought the last of the storage-locker stuff home with me, we don't have to make a day-trip down to Yuba City or wrestle the middle seat out of the Astro.