Pat Myself on the Back!

Every time I thought the refrigerator was working, it wasn't. I was resigned to an uphill battle with Forrest River to get it fixed or replaced under warrantee.

I figured it out. I took the back of the refrigerator door off (on the outside) and there it was--a plug sitting there waiting to be plugged in somewhere. I found the outlet. If any of you techies know anything, will you let me know if that could have been my problem all along. The check gas light is finally off for good (I hope). I expect this to be the last word about the refrigerator.  If it isn't, when or if I pass a deep canyon...

Yesterday was a lay around and do nothing day. I ran out just once to get a few things from WalMart. I have been sneezing like crazy--I never sneeze. It dawned on me that they are harvesting, now, and I've been driving by all the farms.

I fell asleep early, but woke up at 1:30 a.m. and wasn't able to go back to sleep. I wasn't feeling well in my sleep and I "dreamed" that someone needed thirty six cupcakes set up at a stand at a baseball game, then changed the number to 45 and didn't tell me where to get the table. I ran around all night looking for it, then dropped the cupcakes. I was furious because I kept telling them (whoever them was) that I was sick and wanted to sleep." I woke up mad because the dream was so real.

There really aren't any pictures to take here, but it's not bad considering I have all hook ups, a place to eat (and gamble if I want) and swim after 8 p.m. for $15. per night.