Oldies at Large – A Change of Pace

Screen Shot 2013-12-20 at 9.59.34 amIt is time to check into the main block (home) for catchup and repairs. Yep we are due some timely TLC on our Grampie Flat otherwise known as the caravan, with a major job coming up because The Man can’t back the damn thing in the dark…! and he managed to leave an untimely reminder of our visit on the roof of a picnic shelter. Not that I can back it at all either mind you.

We usually try to be settled and set up by no later than 4pm preferably 2ish… this isn’t hard when you don’t like travelling more than 200ks in a day. Yep… it is life in the slow lane for us. Mind you those travel days usually come only once a week, it isn’t as though we tow the home from pillar to post and back. On this particular day we were running later than usual and The Man was gamer than usual… hence the consequence. Life just has it’s moments at time so you just learn to roll with the slopes and fly with the winds.

We will only be grounded for a few weeks or so, just enough time to fix the fridge and a few other chores related to life and living so we will be camping in the back yard again… The fridge though is the bane of my life I often think, and it is our major concern while we are back at the main block for our visit.

Managing our fridge on the road has been one long adventure, one that I have slowly come to terms with over the course of the last 5 yrs or so. Now adays I buy little that isn’t cryovacked or vacuum sealed that is by the way of meat. It helps in the management of a temperamental freezer compartment and I love Aldi’s for vacuum sealed meats, preferably in tight packs if possible. I am after all stocking for advancing forgetfulness and a stocked meat freezer is like a prompt to those in the over 60’s club.

I have also learnt to keep things like frozen vegetables and temperamental frozen goods grouped together in their own plastic seal box in the freezer, this too manages to keep things frozen when all else is on the thaw. I love our fridge/freezer mind… it is of the monster variety and works like clockwork on 240 volts (genny power), it is only the battery operation that seems to confuses it. So a good hour or two on the genny, when it is feeling crook, is usually enough to perk it up some.

link http:::toonclips.com:That we live to the law of batteries doesn’t help and every now and then it ‘spits the dummy’ on us and demands some TLC. Fortunately we know just the doctor for the fridge and we have been known to travel 1,000klm to see him. There are a lot of cowboys out there who really don’t understand the mix of solar panels, inverters and all things watty and volty that run our life. Our fridge doctor does and his business card is like a valued treasure to us with the added bonus that he comes to us, so we don’t have to park the van on a postage stamp parking space in some commercial area.

It is funny how you come to trust some tradesmen who have given you faithful and honest service and will travel to the end of the earth to accommodate them. We have the bloke who checks the Grampie Flat, keeping it tweaked and toned for travel, and another who keeps a faithful eye on the tow vehicle. We have been known to have a vehicle towed hundreds of klm’s just to employ our particular mechanic.

Then there is our canvas guy, who will whip up whatever we ask that answers our needs. Mind you I haven’t yet shown him the old shower bucket that needs replacing, I’m saving that one for a special event when he particularly needs the work. This particular shower bucket is a true gem and was originally made many decades ago by my father. I have come to appreciate a good canvas worker in that shower bucket. It is actually older than my kids and yet it has hung in there literally for many a holiday adventure. There simply is nothing like a camp shower under that twist away bucket with its nifty twizzle rose and the manner in which it can be accommodated in the smallest of holes in storage. It is simply a delicious experience like none other with the shower tent set up under a hapless tree, winching the bucket to a height after filling it and then glorying in the cascade of hot water with the twist of the nozzle, it is a timeless pleasure.

We are switching accommodations for the next few months, headed into the hinterlands and the forbie tracks with the swag as well as venturing into the Big Smoke with one of the Grandies to show her the sights. I love these adventures, the change of pace and the joy of showing the Grandie a world, which will be new and exciting.

That is the best of having Grandkids I think, you can love them to distraction and then give them back.

Ahhh… life in the slow lane can be such a joy at times.

I nicked this from an email as I thought it was too good not to pass on.

A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy:
‘So I hear you’re getting married?’
‘Do I know her?’
‘This woman, is she good looking?’
‘Not really.’
‘Is she a good cook?’
‘Naw, she can’t cook too well.’
‘Does she have lots of money?’
‘Nope! Poor as a church mouse.’
‘Well, then, is she good in bed?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Why in the world do you want to marry her then?’
‘Because she can still drive!’

Jan an Naum

You can find more of Jan’s posts under ‘Oldies at Large’ or visit her Web Page to discover where you can find her books.

Happy Travelling

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