Where's Robin and when is she coming home?

Fred took me to Disney World as promised and afterward treated me to a brake job.

Below is a picture of our “home,” for three days after leaving the “happiest place on Earth.”

We drove to Sanford, FL where the repair shop was located and while maneuvering around some small parking lots, Fred said that a metal fence post “jumped out and scraped the side of the bus”. Well, the insurance company said something about “collision with a stationary object,” but Fred insists that wasn't so. Never mind, it still needs to be repaired.

Fred thought all the incidents that I wrote about in the past were trivial compared to this one. Oddly, this was the one he didn't seem too anxious to share with his friends on the Bus Owners website.

Our next stop, about 100 miles to the west in Palm Harbor, FL, was supposed to be the same RV park we stayed in last summer but it seems that this time of year, everyone wants to be in Florida. Something about “high season” here and no vacancy anywhere. Our friends, Robert and Trisha Noell let us park in their driveway for a night and it was a mighty tight squeeze getting down their narrow dead end street. After what could now be considered as very light contact with two street signs, Fred managed to get us parked. At least at this place, they had a new grand baby for me to play with. THAT was heavenly. I want one.

While Robert and Trish's driveway was comfy enough, it lacked the basic necessities that the bus required, namely, power and sewer hookups.  We tried in earnest to find a nearby RV campground that would take us but instead we opted to take the bus down to Coach Worx, a local repair facility.  They had full hookups and we were invited to stay there while we waited for our turn in the repair shop.  And that, my friends,  is where our bus has been parked since February 18^th... 30 days!

Here are some of the reasons we have not come home as planned:

This is the new floor that replaced the broken tile and plastic covered carpet.

This is the tile that replaced the mirrors that kept falling off in the kitchen.

When you see the next picture, you will realize how desperate my situation has become...

This is how I'm forced to spend my time while my bus is being remodeled by men in greasy shoes

Disney World is much easier than golf. And golf is much harder than most anything else except childbirth. I guess that is why men choose to play golf and skip the childbirth thing. You can lie about golf, but no matter what you do, that 10 or 11 pound piece of humanity comes ripping out of you no matter what club or excuse you offer up.

Click here for more pictures of our day in Disney World / Animal Kingdom

Lessons Learned:

Objects next to the bus are closer than they appear.
Repairs take as much time that you have, times two.
It's imperative to have very good friends with a large guest apartment nearby!

This is where we've been hanging out (on the bottom floor) for the past 3 weeks.

from the road:

-robin