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We drove down to check on the RV and retrieve a few items yesterday morning. The receptionist left a message with our service rep and told us we could drive back to where the RV was located to pick up our stuff and talk to the mechanic. I was relieved when we opened the RV to find that they had put paper on the floors to protect them. I gathered the items we could not live without; Buddy’s knife that John gave him, the hair clippers, another paperback book, the check book and my MP3 player. Buddy checked out the locker area and retrieved his cordless drill -- he has an electrical job he wants to tackle at home. Shortly after that the mechanic and Buddy came inside. Dan, the mechanic, drew us a picture to help explain his theory. The gray water tank that has a crack sits right above the axle. He said it was probably full and we could have hit a bump or maybe even some debris and the tank was damaged. The tanks have thin walls and should be emptied before traveling. Then he showed us where the trip valve was located. Sure enough, it is located in a different spot from the other two valves. We have never emptied that tank. Dan was a great guy and shared some good information with us.

We went back to the front office and spoke with Mark, the service rep. He said he would order the tank and let us know when it would be delivered. Buddy wanted to pick up a book he saw on our last visit “Trailer Life’s RV Maintenance and Repair Manual” .We ate lunch at Lazydays and headed home.

After arriving home I’m ready to do something physical and Buddy wants to nap. When I say I want to do something physical that usually means I want Buddy to do some work. After Buddy gets his short nap we went outside to continue OUR fence maintenance job. It’s important (although we are very neglect) to keep the fence lines clear of trees, bushes and vines. My job is to watch Buddy as he and the John Deere clear out the rubble. Everything is going fine then I hear the engine cut off and Buddy quickly leap from the tractor. That could only mean one thing –WASP! I ducked, turned and ran the opposite direction. He asked me if we had some wasp spray, and if so, get some from the house. He still needed to turn the key on the tractor off! While I was getting the spray, Buddy slipped up to the tractor and turned off the key. We crept a little closer so we could see where the wasp were. There were hundreds of them just swarming around the front of the tractor. Buddy told me later they were yellow jackets and they had a nest under the ground. He said he would have to come back after dark and get the tractor. I asked him how many times he was stung – his reply was four. We went back to the house to take care of the stings. First thing he needed was a nice cold Miller Gold that makes any situation better! Then I went to get one of those insect bite vials that you crush and swab on the bite. You know how you always have one in the kit and nobody ever gets to use it. After a few minutes I asked if it was feeling better, he said not really. He happened to glance at the crushed vial – he said did you know this expired in May of 1997? Well that answered his lack of pain relief. I gave him some mega ibuprofen and ice. ****** This is Bud talking or writing, it was some time after 1 AM before I was able to go to sleep! Those yellow jackets mean business!! I’m fortunate I saw the swarm early enough to avoid more stings. There are enough of those little s-o-bees to kill a person. I plan to try eradicating them, if I can get close enough to find the hole in the ground they use for their doorway.

Today he may tackle the electrical job. Zap, crackle, pop - I will keep you posted!