Not that kind, fortunately.

We’ve been a little lax posting recently; our net connection has been really spotty despite the best efforts of Mr. Sprint and Mr. Cradlepoint. Signal strength isn’t even on the scale. Cellphone service has been evern worse; we have to climb the mountain to holler “can you hear me now?”

Did you ever notice that wherever you really want to be has no signal?

Cousin Nick hauled our Jayco TT down to the Grove from Tennessee last weekend and we’ve moved most of our stuff from Miss Lueffie into the Jayco, which is our home base. It’s amazing how much stuff we’d stuffed into her; we were really heavy coming up here. We have enough beans to fuel a space shuttle.

Anyway, back to the crash.

Mom yanked the door off the refrigerator. She must’ve been really thirsty. This is something I’m not going to let her forget.

Actually it wasn’t her fault; it was bad design. The top hinge pin/screw goes _upward_ and any moron knows that if a screw g0es upward and it comes unscrewed it _falls out_!  The top hinge screw fell out,  the door fell forward and torqued the cheap-ass aluminum bottom hinge fitting and broke it off.

Fortunately, Mom caught the door so it didn’t fall on her feet. She then proceeded to set it down on her foor, but that’s Mom…

Thanks to the good people at PPL Motorhomes we had a new bottom hinge in a couple of days. Today I drilled out the hinges and put stainless cap screws, washers and lock nuts in them. Now even if the nuts unscrew the screws can’t fall out and the door can’t fall off. It’s ain’t purty but it should’ve been done that way to begin with.

Beads! Red, white and green
By now, I’m sure you are wondering why I would blog about beads, little small plastic ones you string for a bracelet or necklace.

We arrived at little Talbot Island SP and once we set up the campsite, we sat off on a 1.2 mile hiking trail. It was a very nice trail and as we got back to the entrance of the trail, I looked down and noticed a little red bead on the ground. Hmmm, made me wish I had brought along my beading kit. I figured some little kid must have broken their bracelet. Once I examined the little red bead, I laid it back down on the trail for some one else to find and wonder. (as if someone would).

Then, several days later, we arrived at Crooked River SP, and after we left the trail we took a short cut behind the cabins in the large grassy area. I stopped and looked down, and there lay another little red bead! I picked it up and said, “wow, what’s the odds of that!” So, I put the little red bead back down in the grass and moved on.

Once we got to Fort McAllister SP, we got the camper all set up and sat down at the picnic table just talking about the little red beads! It was weird to say the least. Two different parks and one single little red bead lay in our path. We figured what a coincidence! Maybe it was a sign! But, if it was a sign of something, what? Maybe, it’s just some little kid that keeps breaking her little bracelet and Momma should string it with something stronger. And, why are they camping just ahead of us on the same route? Those separate little red beads in different locations sure got us speculating for sure.

Well, if the little red beads had a meaning, other than some careless kid camping just a head of us, or perhaps they were a sign we were not headed in the right direction, who knows. But, during our conversation, guessing if these red beads had some meaning other than the obvious, what was it?

Then, John looked under the picnic table and said, “honey, look!” You guessed it, beads again. But, this time there were 4 white ones and 6 green ones. Little small plastic beads just like the previous little red ones we’d found at two different parks. Okay, by this time, we started to think this is really getting weirder by the moment. Keeping in mind, that in all the foot steps we made at these three Parks, what are the odds that we would stumble upon one red bead at the end of a trail, one red bead in a large grassy area, and 4 white ones with 6 green ones under a picnic table? Since then, no other beads have been found. Not a single one.

Neither one of us believe in signs, for the most part. But, after the beads incident, we now wonder. If finding those beads meant something other than some little kid loosing them all the time and the odds of us stumbling up on them in three different parks, I find incredible. Either way, if I find another one of those little beads, I’m gonna freak!