Right this minute…oh…where was I? Kee-rist! I’m so tired my brain has given up trying to resolve my issues and allow me to sleep. Or is it circumstances that create the problems and not ‘my issues’? I give up. I can’t figure out if there is a question for the answer.

I need a day or so to resolve the picture problem in posts. I’ll get there but it’s another learning curve stacked on top of all of those other curves I was trying to discuss in the paragraph above. *hysterical laughter*

The biggest curve of all is the ‘jack twilight zone’. I’m going to be living it forever. I had an appointment, yesterday at 7:30 a.m. at Wheeler RV. My wonderful son, Darian, showed at 5 a.m. to help me jack the bastard tongue up on the coach, because the left hand jack just wanted to chatter instead of lifting its share of the load. That means Darian had to stack a batch of 2X4’s on top of a bottle jack, under the frame of the coach, and crank away. Scary as hell for me to watch – I have a dreaded fear of something going awry and a board flying out to brain one or more of us. Yikes!

I left the keys, my home, and my signature on a piece of paper at Wheeler as I convinced Ms. Tommy Lee that I needed my home back before close of business. As I pulled away and headed for Vegas, I was a street person, the only difference being that I have a truck and could sleep in it if need be. This was the third time. It was hot as hell, I was tired, the sun was killing my poor little eyes (even behind my ‘D.G’s’), and I frittered away the time, doing odd chores and shopping until around 2 p.m. Back out to Wheeler I went, keep in mind that it’s about 20 miles out of town.

I found Tommy Lee. Guess what? The jacks were not even in – had never been ordered – hello Twilight Zone. One of the biggest problems at Wheeler is they’ve gone corporate, Camping World now owns them and they’ve had major personnel changes, including the manager, and the service manager, and who knows what all. There’s no reason for me to scream, or YELL, or threaten to drive the Steed through their front window because it won’t change a damn thing. This is my first encounter with Tommy Lee. I like her. She appears to be determined, steady, and a straight shooter. I sure hope so because I’m now relying on her to make everything happen. I did spend an hour speaking to the new manager, Don, about the ongoing seven month long ‘jack twilight zone’. He’s promised me to follow up with me and Tommy Lee. I hope so because I can get pretty ugly if things aren’t resolved eventually.

One monumental thought is that the Family Reunion and the jaunt North is racing up rapidly on the horizon. How the hell do I get there from here? My next trip out will be my fourth trip for the same purpose. They did replace one jack, so at least I should be able to ‘hitch’ without a problem for the next trip out. And mega news here – they have had three other rigs come in that are having the same problem I’m having (not the same manufacturer), the jacks aren’t capable of handling the tongue weight. These RV manufacturers need to be more aware of what’s going on on the highways and byways with common people like you and me. So…

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There are more changes coming to PokerWorks. Thank heaven we don’t have to rely on jacks for those changes to happen. 🙂 In the meantime, this kid needs sleep. Tonight is going to find me at the Rio, checking out the action, and if I have the energy, perhaps a satellite is in my near future.