Thursday, August 21, 2025 The Great Blow Job of 2025: The Sequel
Every day,
my human cradles me and pokes my paw. I
don’t like it, but I let her do it. I
don’t know why she does it, but it isn’t all that bad.
Last night,
I sat in the comfort of my easy chair, with windows open so I could feel the
breeze. My tea was beside me, and I was
so comfortable. Spouse sat outside… And when he came in, he boasted of his fly
swatting prowess. He got 34 flies, at
least… they were still clamoring to get
inside… I like my way better! Rudy's diabetes numbers have been good. We still test him morning and night.
Our morning
walk took us along the rural road along the lake. Spouse came for a while, then I was on my
own. Some of the houses on the lake are
rentals, others are summer homes, and some people live here full time. They decorate their dock areas with flowers
and benches. Ducks use the docks as
their resting grounds. We have seen lots
of swans on the lakes. They look
beautiful, but I hear they can be nasty critters.
When I got
back to Artie, Spouse had breakfast ready.
After cleaning up, we readied Artie for her next leg. Our intent is to take a little highway just
south of I94. If we like it, we will
stay, otherwise we will head up to I94.
We have no idea where we will be staying.
We head
south on 59, to 34 then west. We are in
farm country. Corn, beets, potatoes, and
the incredibly delightful sunflowers, with their big, smiling faces pointing to
the sun. Lots of lakes… For every lake,
there must be 5 resorts. Every other
road has a sign pointing to ‘resorts’.
They don’t say which resort, guess you have to figure it out.
We came upon
a detour… a strange one. Here we are
heading west, the detour signs point south.
So we turn left. Then the signs
say end of detour… wait… We are going
south. How can this be the end of the
detour? Shouldn’t there be another road
going west? We followed our gps a few
miles till she turned us west. Good
thing we had her and she was in a good mood!
We cross
back in to North Dakota and pick up highway 46.
It is a farm road… it is flat… it is straight… the scenery is pretty, but this is real flat
and real straight. There were no gas
stations, and Spouse was concerned that if we had an emergency, there was
absolutely nowhere to pull out. So, after
about 50 miles, we picked up hwy 32 north, to I94. We weren’t on I94 for 5 miles before we had that
emergency: a blowout on one of Artie’s
rear tires! We pulled to the side of the
road, and where we were, there was an extra stretch where we could pull over
even further! How fortuitous! We would have been totally screwed if this
had happened on the farm road we had been on.
That’s the
easy part. We have RV service on our AAA
coverage… Thus we called… You don’t have RV coverage… Yes we do! I am looking at my current ID card and it
says it has Classic RV. Where are
you? We are in North Dakota. I hear talking in the background… No you
idiots… North Dakota is NOT a territory but a state! We have to call your office in
California… While I wrestled with AAA,
Spouse got out and changed the darn tire.
I was on the phone for well over an hour before they finally agreed that
we have RV coverage, for whatever that is worth! But they were really backed up… They will get a zero on their satisfaction
survey! Poor Spouse was pretty beat up
after doing ‘the deed’. He proved… he’s
still got it!
We found a
tire shop in Jamestown, about 35 miles up the road that has the tires Spouse
wants. The tires should be here
tomorrow, so we got an RV spot at Frontier Fort. We hadn’t had a drink in a few days… we did tonite!
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