Official Not Hailstorm Damage
Progressive called me last night to let me know they denied my hail damage claim. So far everyone has agreed on one thing, it’s not hail damage. But what then? It is so frustrating.
Progressive called me last night to let me know they denied my hail damage claim. So far everyone has agreed on one thing, it’s not hail damage. But what then? It is so frustrating.
Jagger lets out a “quiet bark” and I peep out the drawn shade.
Stuck in the mud, a hundred feet from the gravel forest road…
Jagger and I spent a few days at Usery, entertaining grandchildren and taking care of routine items last week. Then on Thursday we moved out to Lake Pleasant.
Travel Journal – January 22, 2016 Wednesday afternoon was set aside as a time to work on the Coach. About a week ago I made an appointment with the RV […]
As we pass the first of several people enjoying the quiet morning sitting on a bench reading a book or the morning paper. Jagger alerts, growls and I correct him with “it’s okay” and “leave it”.
Is it just because I am retired and getting older? It seems as though am I dealing with more things that need repair and more often…
I see his little stub of a tail wagging fiercely as his disappears first down the shoreline, then down the road, I think to myself the worst…
This is the longest I have sat in one place since I left Mesa earlier this year. Having family near is a blessing and it keeps me busy between my maintenance projects with fun times, like the “trick or treating”.
Later that day, Jagger and I drove to the market and on our way back went to the Lake Onapa, which was only a short 1/2 mile drive. “Turtle Crossing” ahead and yes I see it Jagger. Oh there are several little guys making their way across the street.
I thought I had been shot. I look to the left while starting to apply my brakes at a steady rate. At the same time I turn on my emergency flashers as the Workhorse and Coach strained to slow down while maintaining its trajectory…
It’s out in the desert. A place as dry as you could ever imagine except for the shallow valley of Salt Creek River, Arizona. Filled with greenery, including some nice size trees…