It started with Dad and I waking up early and walking the dogs over to the green lawn at another boring closed building, looking just like the one we were at. They went to the restroom easily as we brought them back in, and I blogged as Dad watched some T.V. and worked on his computer, paying bills, answering emails, that sort of thing. Slowly the others woke up. It was a better sleep than I had had for the last few nights, not having all that noise. The highway was kind of noisy however and the mattress that we had bought at camping world having stuck out I just slept on the couch, like I had done before. Boy was I ready for my mattress again, the firmness with the the sheet beneath me like an embracing spirit of love and me slung under the beige blanket, warming up like I was in a hot tub, digging my bare toes in it's soft material. I really wanted to experience that again. Maybe I would in a few nights. Mom gradually got up, as did Rebecca. Late in the morning after going to the restroom, washing hands, and taking short showers we only had a bit of water left. We did our regular stuff like blogging, reading articles, watching T.V., and playing barbies, before Dad told us what we would do that day.
They would take the R.V, the mechanics, and use a robot with some plunger looking sucker things to take the windshield off, and then replace it with another one. Meanwhile, we would be shopping at retail and clothes outlets, and then look for a campground around the area in the jeep we could stay the night in, because we couldn't go with the limited amount of water for another night. In the shopping center we got a bite to eat at some place called Panera Bread, and it had cool designs on the walls and nice high chairs and seats. A nice dude helped us out and offered recommendations for a sandwich, and I later had it, a turkey and cheese with a lot of seasoning and honey, plus nice tomatoes. It was a super good sandwich and I'm glad we went there. We put our stuff away and left, and then went back to the R.V. to collect our things. It was to be a long day of shopping and such, and even though I wanted new shoes and these old and dirty ones with the laces all gone and my feet sticking out needed replacing, I still do not like shopping. I'll describe the bland process later. I got my history book and also A Tramp Abroad, where he was describing Italy (it's a travel and humorous book). I was determined to finish it in the next few days, if not today.
We had parked the R.V. across the street as I also took my bulky computer bag with the mouse and the cord also inside. We were pack rats for the long day ahead. A guy with blonde hair, very short and crisp as if he was bald, asked if the keys were in the car, introduced himself, and Dad and him talked for a while as he made sure we knew when to come back and the whole insurance thing. They shook hands as he went into the R.V. and we went into the jeep. A long day ahead.
The Verizon card hadn't been working, as usual (how many big cities have we been to to go to a Verizon store to get it fixed and then the opposite happens.?) and so we would check it out with the "professionals" at the Verizon store in the small shopping center, and see if they wouldn't be as cocky and jerkish this time around. It was a lot smaller than the last one, and had some podiums with phones and nice pictures of happy users doing a variety of things. There was a counter at the back of the little store and then some little leather flat and with no backboard couches that we sat on, as I tried to tell Dad at the intervals of talking about Reagan tearing down the wall and the forming of the U.N. It was a very interesting time in history, you know, and it was Dad's favorite, as he had lived and breathed in that time period. But he was busy and talking. The blonde haired smart alack said that perhaps it was because it was trying to save your battery, and it would only go off if you were inactive, for say not typing or moving the server, just reading something and then switching tabs. The same theory had been placed before, and he said that it was working fine in here. Well of course it was, we were in a Verizon store!!!
I'll try to contain myself.
They said that certain providers tracked it on the phone, and we called them up to see the verdict and that was the only way they could replace it no charge, if we did the calling in thing. The blonde guy talked to me while the manager, black hair and a little older and shorter, helped Dad on the phone. I told him that I hoped they could help us out, as I wrote a blog and I needed the internet for that. He blunty replied that I could maybe do it on my phone, right? Well, yes, I could, but pressing a touch screen with only my thumbs gets really boring after a while so I don't do it, and I'm better at this. He then saw what I was reading and we talked about the time period a little. Thinking they had fixed it, the Verizon men sent us on our way.
Good riddance.
I finished the long chapter about The Cold War. It had subchapters and then headings, and looked at everything from a different perspective. Very good history book I got at Homeschool Hangout in Georgia.
We parked in the large parking lot of the JC Penny's. We went in, over marble floors with all kinds of pictures of happy shoppers and no making your head spin lines, no jumping through hoops, no sales, just everyday low prices. Clothes hangers galore. I tried to read as Mom got me tons and tons of new jeans, and then after that I would go in the green kids dressing room that once you cross a line beeps louder than a robot (SO ANNOYING!!!), then take off my jeans and shoes, heave the other ones on that are two small or too big, and then strut out against my wishes to Mom, hold my ears with my hands at the terribly loud alarm, and then either she takes it back or we put it in a pile of stuff I want to wear or that I'll grow into. I now wear a belt because of all these loose pants. Dad sat in there with me and discarded the rejects, and we named them Jake, Snake, Wake, Make, Fake, and Bob and Moe. Why are the last two not rhyming with the previous ones? Why are you looking at me, I don't know!
Then came the shoe section, after I had tried on some clean soft collared shirts to have at Church. My shoes were dying, on the death bed, brain dead but preserved and still running by my toes frantically inside of them, weary with all the labor I had suppressed to it. I took them off in the rows on the right where the dressing room had also been and a girl had told us about it, and then was lengthened with my foot. I picked some grey ones and then black with blue trim underneath. I thought I was to pick one or the other, but in a twist of events, Dad said we would get both. I didn't really want to as I was still growing, but the boss is the boss. We went up to a small counter where a black haired dude named SimonSuzyDavidAlbert (everybody called him different names for some reason) rung us up. We joked at how many people called him different names because they looked like someone they knew. Mom said it looked like Dad a long time ago. I don't know about that. With our boxes and the other shoes left behind for a proper burial. we left. Those shoes have been very good ones, but there time for death was then. They died. A tear rushed down my cheek as I said goodbye to my good sneakers. They will be remembered.
I tried to read as Rebecca got some more stuff and then we left to go out to find an R.V. park. The hot sun basked down on the black jeep, making it hot and snuffy inside. It is so small and with all our stuff in there plus the booming radio of country music, it was a moving, living, Hades. I know that jeep has taken us over some crazy terrain and come out unscathed, but dang how small a vehicle!
I was in a very bad part of the book and I didn't want to read any more of my history book because I wanted to soak in this part. We came back with the slides in as I looked at everyone eat, and I was very bored with no place to sit. We had come back to eat a quick lunch and then come out and resume searching in the jeep. It was very boring because I had nothing to do, and so asked to go get my computer. Nope, couldn't cause we were about to leave. So BORING!
We then went through gates in all kinds of different R.V. parks, but most had a big metal fence gate or gateman, and a lot of trailers with decorations and spots to put your car. They were all fairly nice but all full or only had little 30 amp sites, when we were 50. There was a nice huge building we went to the restroom in as seniors (Phoenix is a big place for the elderly too) on bikes went by. Mom lightly backed into an orange tree (with the bake rack) but Dad did a lot worse driving. It was a boring, hot, and hectic time.
We had found zero place where we could stay.
I was bored so signed up to make another blog on google sites. I called it "Andrew's Inventive Adventures" and the concept is to make stories that our creative, inventive, or imaginary, and to incorporate them from our trip and to harness the mind. I wrote one about cheerleading that's pretty epic as the pilot post, and you can see it on http://andrewsinventiveadventures.blogspot.com
We returned to see on the opposite side of the building in the parking garage the R.V. coming out of a low ceiling slanted down driveway, and our windshield looked as good as new, without any of the flies on it, their guts smashing against the glass as impact is increased and their blood spirits all about. We paid, thanked them, and left in the motorhome to an R.V. park way away from Phoenix or Chandler, that Dad had seen online, called Deserts Edge. The GPS, stupidly, brought us the wrong way, and we parked at a gas station with Mom in the jeep. There was a dilapidated sign and dusty features, and a warehouse behind a silver chain link fence with a lot of crates and fridges, and four little cats. We were in... a bad area of town. We passed a little longer and found a purple sign saying Desert Edge in between a tunnel of trees and a little spot in between the roads. We saw a little trailer with wooden staircase and before that a big recreational center with pool, and a fence to the left of us which was a dog park, a ditch. I'll describe it later. Dad told me to go outside and because they were not open to go get the form of late entry from the porch of the trailer, the office. Without even putting on shoes and scared of the consequences of being slow, I opened the door, closed it, and ran on my socks to the form, taking it and running back and then doing another errand to tell Mom something. I was okay without shoes. Maybe I shouldn't of bought sneakers after all!
But really, I was kind of fast.
We parked in a site with 50 amps that they told us to go in the form (we had done the whole process over the phone, knowing we wouldn't get there in time for their opening. We did the whole process of the slides coming out, and then walked the dogs and chilled the night away, getting a grill out. We were a little ways away from a playground. I had an okay nights sleep back with Mom.
I honestly hated that day.
Woah, look at that giant bee! Why is it coming closer? OWWWWWW!,
Andrew.
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