I have never had to struggle to figure out the merit and value of one that I would class as a friend. I know who they are. I’ve never had to state, “He/she’s my best friend!” I don’t have BEST friends. I have friends that mean a lot to me, and each is special in their own way. And in the long run of it, what does ‘best’ mean? The best man at a wedding…what is he best at? If he’s the best, why is your wife marrying you? Ok…let’s don’t go there.

I stopped being a needy person years ago. I don’t ask anyone to do anything for me, unless it’s a very simple favor and then it’s only on a rare occasion. I never falter when someone asks me for a favor that I feel I can grant – without ‘enabling’ a vice or enhancing a problem.

A few months ago, I was dragging ass, down to the bare frazzled end of any kind of sanity, when I received a ‘knock’ on a chat engine from someone that I actually met through Table Tango, but have never met in person. We chatted for days back in 2000. Amazingly, she played at The Mirage when it opened, and I dealt, but we can’t place each other as having met then. Back to the ‘knock’, I almost didn’t answer because I was dragging. But it turned out that I was glad I did. Her husband was diagnosed with colon cancer and she was asking for prayers.One must always answer the call of a friend. That’s what makes us what we are.

And today, I made one more Dr.’s appointment, dragging my catscan x-rays and written report with me (hell, no Dr. wants to look at the x-rays and most of them can’t read anything from it anyway), and then raced off to pick up the coach, fading the ‘heading for home’ traffic from the people that work dayshift in Vegas. I made Wheeler, to find my coach sitting out, ready to go.

Whoa! A different set of jacks were on it now…and dual motors. Ibacked up, jacked up, hitched up, and went inside to find out the skinny on the new jacks. I have to say that Ron,in service, has been incredible with follow-up and phone calls.Perhaps if I’d had him from the beginning, I would never have had the nasty experience I’ve had with Wheeler RV.

I made the trip to a RV/truck wash to try and get some of the dead bodies of the bugs, from my trip, off the front of the coach. What a joke those RV washes are. I’m going to do the lazy thing and have someone come out and clean it next time.

I made my rv park space about 6:30ish. Hustle your bustle girl. I pulled in, managed to back up and level up (yippeee….I’m getting the ‘back up thing’ down a little at a time), cranked on the air, and finished hooking up everything. Downside…it’s still too hot in Vegas and my body was a dried salt block by the time I finished. And to make matters worse, I had things in my refrigerator when I left the coach at Wheeler. The refrigerator and water heater run automatically, from propane or electrical, no electricity – they revert to propane. I called Wheeler a few days ago and asked them to check and make sure the two propane tanks were both on and the valve was set to use both tanks. Today I find the propane is on, but everything defrosted and I had to throw away the contents of the freezer and the refrigerator. I will accept part of the blame there, but I have to give Wheeler a bit of credit for spoiled food since they are in the business. The parts weren’t in, and they should think about the possibility that someone would have food in the refrigerator and ask about it. But what else can I say here? I’m not ‘one happy camper’ with the overall service and problems I’ve been through.

So…my two month LOA has boiled down to stress, problems, nothing resolved, no free time, Dr. appointments, one trip, and work looming on the horizon day after tomorrow. This isn’t a ‘Whiner Hot Line’ thing, it’s just a section of life that turned out completely the opposite of howit was supposed to happen.

Right now the friend that is knocking is my body. I have issues that need to be worked out, an upper GI on the horizon, a few prescriptions to fill, and li’l ol’ Linda is going to get up off her ass and start hiking, walking, and working out again. It’s time to jump start my good health plan…something that I let slip by the wayside about a year ago. Always remember your friends. Take time to take care of them, lest one day they move on and have better things to do than stopping by and knocking. Glenda, love you girl. Prayers!