This week was warm and sunny, 70˚ days, not a cloud in the sky for almost ten days.

We moved the RV, hand washed all the crud off of it, cleaned out the interior, and got it ready to move away for a bit.

I got the tires inflated on the old minivan and I even got the motor running.  But the read brakes are rusted to the drums and it wouldn’t budge. I even got the Pathfinder over there in 4WD mode and tried to tow it, but all it did was drag the rear wheels and dig up the grass.

We drove the RV to the repair shop that fixed the brakes and asked them to tell us what it would need to pass inspection.  They came back with a $3000 bill, $1500 of which are just 6 new tires.  The big item was the exhaust manifold.  I didn’t learn if it was the engine connection of the pipe, but they wanted 6 hours of labor.  We paid $60 for that checkup and had them inflate the tires to 70 PSI.  Next we drove it over to Walden, to the Let Us Be farm where it will sit for a little while, although we have to move it soon, or else the weeds will grow too high and lock it in place for the summer.  The grass was dead under where we had parked it in the yard, and so I planted a bag of grass seed to replenish it.

Stephanie has been kicking ass in the house, and just in time, too.  Emily was in town this week.

On Sunday (May 4) I took Audrey to Kadesha’s 13th birthday, and Olivia and Errol and I partook of the Beltaine celebration, called ‘All Species Day’.  We caught up with them at the parade and walked down Main and up State to the State House.  The rest of the celebration was on the lawn there.

I saw many people I knew, but the biggest surprise was running in to a high-school classmate I haven’t seen in 30 years!  Bill was one of our gang.  Randall was the ‘leader’, then Michael, then me, then Robbie and finally Bill. I saw him sitting on the grass and knew I recognized him, and I remembered his name, so I sidled closer to hear his voice, and sure enough it was him!  We talked for 20 minutes and I gave him a card of mine.  He’s emailed me and I wrote back.  What a blast.  He credits my dad with his being a Liberal, and he was a buddhist for a while, too.  The last guy of our old gang that I ever expected to turn out cool.  Randall has had three wives, lives in Baltimore and was in Iraq (Bill didn’t say why).  Robbie fulfilled his parent’s destiby and became a baptist missionary.  Michael, I don’t know what he’s up to, Bill hasn’t talked to him for a while.  So, that was cool…

My finger had it’s stiches out Saturday night, I took Errol over with me and he fell asleep in the car. (I left at 9 PM)  It’s coming along nicely, but I’ve been too lax on protecting it and so I put a huge gauze wrapper on it, which makes it hard to type.

So, yeah, busy week.