In the Meantime. . .

She said…

Here we are, in the waiting again. Our official countdown clock says 70 days till we hit the road. We are waiting for Shannon to finish this semester, his last, in person in the classroom. After this semester he will be teaching online. We are waiting, most importantly, for the house to sell. We have had a few people looking but apparently not the right one, yet. We know that we can’t hit the road until we no longer have both mortgages, but everything has run exactly on schedule since we started this process two years ago, so I must believe that selling the house will work out as well. If not, then I need to look at the rental option (my last resort) or maybe we are supposed to stay here a little longer. I confess, I oftentimes fail to see the big picture.

When Shannon writes, most of the time he is reporting something wrong, or sharing how to fix something in the RV. Yesterday, Shannon’s sister told us that her mother-in-law (Hi Donna) is always asking if we’re OK. She’s been worrying about something Shannon has been writing about, so this is a disclaimer about Shannon’s next blog. Granted, the furnace day was a very hard day, but we’re fine.

Today it is RV plumbing. Due to a nasty black water incident about a month ago, we threw away our pressure regulator. We hooked up to city water in Congress, AZ, and developed a slow leak in our washer/dryer connections, so have been working from our fresh water tank ever since. When Shannon repaired the leak in the washer/dryer cabinet he tested it on city water for about 5 minutes. The connections in the RV are rated for 100psi, but they are recommended for no more than 60psi. The water comes out of the tap here at Chez Lynch at 80psi, so when the water pump started cycling when we were not using water, we knew there was another leak somewhere. I’ll let Shannon tell you about the process, but the bottom line is that the leak is fixed, (He says, “So far…”). I can do the dishes now and we’re all fine.

On the bright side, we just learned something else about how our home works. And thank you, Donna, for caring about us!