I’m sitting in a metal chair waiting for Andy’s hockey game to begin. It smells like feet in here. Last week Andy got into a fight (not his fault) and the guy who started it ended up bleeding all over the rink (not from Andy).

So much random stuff has happened, I’m having trouble condensing it all. Do I write about moving out of our Las Vegas house? Not that interesting. I would just write “we moved out of our Las Vegas house” and that would about cover it.

We’re back in the RV, kind of. Andy flew to a secret, undisclosed location (that I think I probably already disclosed in previous entries) to research some gambling thing that was potentially profitable. Instead of hanging out in the RV alone, I decided to go to San Diego and help my mom move into her new house. I was there four days and we bought and assembled stuff from Ikea, got stuff from Craigslist and emptied every single box of possessions and put them mostly in their right places. It looks like she’s been living there for at least six months.

But really, the savior of the day was Nova Bella. The incompetent property management company managed to not keep the electricity turned on the few days between the old tenants and my mom. When Helene called the electric company, they said it would be four days before they could come out. When Ms. DeLovely heard that she said “I don’t think so”, went out to the porch with her phone, came back ten minutes later and said they would be out by the end of the day. She told them her poor desperate mother was attached to an oxygen machine that needed electricity to operate. Nova….you are a rockstar.

As far as the potentially profitable thing in the undisclosed location…it looks profitable. We might be moving there for awhile. But, I’m sure that’s a whole update unto itself when Andy runs some numbers and plots some strategy.

Another thing that I thought about writing about but didn’t, partially because the event itself curtailed the writing…my new beautiful MacBook Air died. I brought it in and Mac replaced the logic board and happily, they didn’t have to wipe the drive. So, really, all I have to say about that situation…”computer broken. Now, computer fixed”.

The only other thing that made the blog cut, and really it should have had it’s own entry, was me not locking the roof storage container on the Element and it flying open on my way down the 8 expressway. I was horrified as I tried to get over to the shoulder as I saw all my favorite camping and snowboarding gear whipping in the wind and gusting down the pavement. I got over and did what any safety minded person would do, run down the shoulder with cars and truck whizzing by and try to pick up as much stuff as possible.

It was really horrible to watch my awesome snowboarding pants get repeatedly hit by semi trucks. The nylon made a sickening THWACK! sound followed by a SZZZZ-CHUNK SZZZZ-CHUNK SZZZZ-CHUNK sound as was run over by nine of the eighteen wheels. I was sure my gear was being shredded right in front of my eyes.

I picked up the stuff that I could and was back in the car making phone calls to relate the events and get some sympathy when a cop knocked on my passenger window and scared the HELL out of me. He asked if I was the lady running around on the expressway. I asked if this “lady” was in any trouble. He said, “no” and asked if it was my stuff. I asked, “why, do you think you can get it”? He thought it was funny and told me not to run around out there anymore.

Taking the cop’s advice to heart, Nova and I came back later on the opposite side and retrieved the rest of the stuff I could see. As far as I know, we only lost one orange rain proof jacket and my beloved sleeping bag. Amazingly enough, the stuff that I saw being repeatedly run over didn’t even have a scratch on it.

Yesterday I met Andy in Laughlin on my way back from San Diego and we spent the night at Harrah’s. We’re back in Vegas tonight for hockey, running a few errands tomorrow and then heading back to Harrah’s Laughlin to hang out on the Colorado river with the fish and the ducks in the sun until Sunday.