Well... today was the day of my birth 66 years ago. I was the second child for my parents and the last.
Last night I was treated to a couple of drinks and a nice supper at Pat's house. He cooked Filet Mignon and new potatoes. Really delicious. For desert we had an ice cream cone of butter pecan. Yummy.
I was home by midnight when a thunderstorm struck. I love hearing the rain on the roof of the RV. I tried to stay awake to enjoy it but dozed on and off. This morning I finished another book I had started last month while having coffee in bed with the doggies.
Little Cha Bu has taken to sleeping under the lap tray I keep at the foot of the bed.
My little babies Cha Bu and Xi Shi
A birthday card and gift from Pat.
Pat and I had a discussion about my air suspension or lack thereof. I explained how the coach rides rough and it feels like when I hit a small bump in the road it is metal to metal and bang, bang, bang and things fall off the wall and such. So he decided to take a look at my air bags. Stuck his head under the coach and said they were deflated. Used his pressure gauge and it read 0.
When I purchased the coach three years ago I asked about that intake valve and was told not to worry about that as it was something that was done at the manufacturer and I would not have to do anything with it. Then at the RV Boot Camp in Texas I asked again. One of the instructors came to my campsite and I asked what that valve was for and he said basically the same thing. So I trusted them and as I didn't have a manual for the air suspension, I put it out of my mind.
Now that Pat has brought it to my attention that the bags were completely deflated and could have easily been punctured, I have a better understanding of what to do about it. I went online and read a few message boards and found out that the minimum air pressure should be about 30. So Pat inflated the bags to that and they are holding the air so are not punctured. However, for the last 3 years I have been riding and bumping along metal to metal which was causing the rough ride and the bang, bang, bang on certain highways. I'm very lucky that I didn't do more damage to the underneath of the coach.
So ladies who go solo, check your air suspension.
My friends Sylvia and Helen came to Grand Isle for a visit. Invited me to join them for a drink at a new restaurant in town but I just wasn't up to it. Felt like being lazy, I guess.
Sat out under my awning for an hour or so then walked the dogs for the last time today and in the camper we went for the night. The mosquitoes are out after last night's rain and I prefer to stay indoors when it's like that.
Going to have some chili for supper and maybe watch a movie.