It's my fault

Clicking the pics of the Lance would make me happy.

Golden roses

Another delay. The guy with the Lance camper called me this afternoon and said he couldn't get here today but he will be here tomorrow morning.... I've said it before, it's not his fault, he sounds like a hard-working youngish guy that's trying to make a living for his wife and kids, and it was my fault for not picking it up last week when I was supposed to. So now I have to deal with his schedule and he's about 40 miles away through heavy Denver traffic.

Well, I've sure got a lot of work to do. All the things I've needed to do with the campers have been put off waiting for the Lance to appear, I've got so many things to do I don't know where to start.

Normally I would start by relaxing and thinking about the whole situation. Then I would put together a plan of action to be taken immediately.... Only then would I give that plan of action a name such as plan "A" or Plan "B". And after a day or so of running the plan through my head a few times to make sure everything would go smoothly, and it's been appropriately named, I would pack up a camper and head for the mountains, where the solitude would clear my mind and get me ready to take on the task at hand, as soon as I get around to it.

I'm only putting forth that kind of effort because I really need to get the bronco sold, so it's not sitting here staring at me. And since most of the things in the bronco are things that will get transferred to the Lance, it seemed like a waste of time to move all the stuff from the bronco to the Arctic Fox and then into the Lance. But it did give me plenty of time to formulate a cunning plan on how to make this transition from bronco to Lance, as simple as possible, and requiring the least amount of effort on my part.

Theboondork

My grandson watching TV.

My granddaughter watching TV with her favorite rabbit. Watching TV is about the only time they sit still long enough for me to take their picture

Snapdragons.