What a journey: more than 40 years after Robyn and I started dating while she was in high school here, we have returned for alumni weekend.
We arranged to park the Taxi beside the academy building. Good heavens, we will be staying at the school for the entire weekend! Can’t even imagine wanting to do that “back in the day.”
Just this trip to get here has been invigorating.
We left Grandma Fell in good health in Kokomo, in order to stop by the shop that does our coach work. Some little things for them to think about before work next week. But the biggest was to broach the topic of an alteration to our glorious shower stall….to enhance Ross and Ryan’s enjoyment of it.
They both love the sensation of sitting and lying in a pool of water. Ross is completely nuts about it, and frequently expresses his frustration about the lack of even a puddle in the shower stall. Robyn has been tireless in her effort to improve the situation, and has even been using a small inflatable pool in the shower…to the boys’ great delight.
Oh happy day, our friends at Precision Painting put us in touch with the man whose shop produced the original base of our shower! His business still does the same work, and it was located on our route from Precision up to Andrews University.
With a phone call of introduction, we stopped by his shop on Tuesday. He proposed simply removing the curved shower doors, adding 10 inches of height to the front lip of the shower stall base, and using a shower curtain. Presto! A lovely permanent shallow tub, while preserving our granite shower stall.
He’ll have it made next week and will install it when we drive through Wakarusa on our way back to Precision!
So we journeyed on to Elkhart for a morning of major fluid service. We needed oil or fluid changed on our generator engine, coach engine, and the transmission. At least 7 filters to change, and more than 22 gallons of oil or ATF. Crucial, expensive pieces of equipment that need periodic attention, and then they’ll patiently go about their business for another year (or three, in the case of the transmission) without complaint or further attention.
Ahh, the bill….whew, glad the transmission’s expensive fluid doesn’t have to be changed for at least another four years, just filters in 36 months!
We happily left the shop and motored toward Andrews, about 45 miles away.
Made it to Mishawaka, where we had the BBQ mentioned below. Came out to the Taxi to find a small pool of diesel fuel on the parking lot beneath a new fuel filter. Oops, wrong filter.
Motored 15 miles back to the shop. Right filter not in town; gotta stay overnight in their lot so the filter can arrive in the morning….
So here we are, finally.
We expect to have some very significant reflections on life’s history this weekend, with a lot of laughs, raised eyebrows, and hugs all around!
Rain today, no pictures. Tomorrow, maybe I can get you some photos of all the old people who show up for