I absolutely love the definition of resfeber [ʀᴀᴄᴇ-fay-ber]: “The restless race of the traveller’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together.” My great-grandmother immigrated to the United States from Stockholm, Sweden. I wonder if she had resfeber? In thirteen days we leave, with our two dogs, Artie & Gordy, for…
The last time we pulled into a parking spot late at night, I kept trying to shush Rachel as she was telling me how far to back up. She didn’t think she was loud but I did. The next morning the people next to us said they thought they heard somebody in the middle of…
The clean sheets are ready to be put on, and I have 2 grocery bags full of various item to tuck away in the RV. A new issue cropped up. My Norco refrigerator is showing an “n” code, and the manual says this has to be dealt with by the Service department. So, I called…
Gotta start somewhere! Here goes nothing -jumping in with both feet. I usually find someones blog when I’m problem solving and appreciate the time and effort they took to share their information. I’m in the process of mentally organizing this website and deciding if the projects I’ve done on the RV should be posted in…
