Ok, this sucked. All of you that urge me to slw down can say "I told you so" and I am never letting you near my new Seadoo- THAT MEANS YOU MARTY!
Day 5- The Return, became Day 5- the hall of horrors. With an impending visit from from friends coming up Friday evening, Thursday was supposed to be the day that major progress occurred and things would begin to take shape so that the "and this will be that and this will be this" tours would no longer be necessary because it would be obvious what things were supposed to be. Get it?
But then the rain came. The rain did not come intime to dissuade me from driving out to the site. No, it came after I arrived. I had asked to have the Bobcat delivered to the site so that I could lift the SIP panels onto the roof. When I arrived, the Bobcat was indeed there, but so were the rain clouds. I began unloading the trailer when it started to sprinkle. I finished and cranked up the Bobcat just as the lightening started. I decided that it might be a good idea to drive to the house and wait out the rain.
I had driven the trailer in front of the containers and since it was now raining really hard, I wanted to drive out and around them rather than backing up with the trailer since I could barely see through the downpour. In order to do that, I needed to move the old Range Rover out of the way. I got out of the Hummer and opened the door of the Range Rover. Apparently, whoever left it there had set the alarm. I only had the spare valet key and not the remote key. Therefore, the Range Rover went into shutdown mode and could not be started. So, I slid through the mud back to the Hummer and started to back up. I am a relatively competent trailer backer-upper under normal circumstances and was able to back out and start toward the house. After only a few feet, I noticed that the Hummer was acting funny. I assumed that the trailer was sticking in the mud so I decided to unhook it.
When I got out in the now DRIVING rain, I was so very pleasantly thrilled to see that the Hummer had a flat tire. If you have ever seen the tires on a Hummer, you will know that the possibility of changing one alone is not only a bad idea, it is potentially life-threatening. I got BACK inot the Hummer and considered calling On Star just for a laugh but decided to call to see if Marla had arrived at the ranch. I had agreed to pick her up at the storage unit where we keep her Mercedes convertible when she comes to the ranch. She drives the Range Rover that was now out of comission. If she was on her way, she could drive AROUND the ranch to the house and get the Jeep to come get me.
Of course, she was still an hour away, making her 2 hours late. Of course. Still, I didn't see any other options because she had the remote key to the Rover and on top of everything else, I had both Chihuahuas in the car with me. Daisy was clawing my face and flinging herself around the back seat because she is afraid of lightening. Max had crawled UNDER the seat and would not coe out because I was screaming about what a piece of shit the Hummer was . Also, it was not thundering like a mofo.
In order to get away from the Chihuahuas, I got out and ran 1/4 mile through the rain to get back to the containers and wait for Marla. I decided to try the Rover again and THANK GOD it started. I picked up the rats and slid out just in time because the road was getting to that horrible point where you pray as you slide all the while knowing that the tracks you are digging will take an entire day on the maintainer to repair.
After I got out, Marla was conveniently close to the storage unit on Highway 16. I picked her up and we all (she had ANOTHER dog with her) piled into the Rover and drove to the house. I called the ranch manager and told him I needed help with the tire but that we could wait until the morning.
At 6 am, he called to say that he had gone out there with his son and changed the tire. Thank God. It still looked like rain so I went back to sleep. At 10am, we got up and found that it had POURED again between the time Billy clled and the time I got back up. I started toward the Hummer in the Rover but the mud was so horrible near the house that I could imagine how bad it would be at the lake and changed plans AGAIN.
Because we were having guests and still had not gone to get groceries, I wanted to do that while things dried out. Unfortunately, the Rover has dead tags since it never leaves the ranch so driving it the 60 mile round trip to the grocery store was yet another bad idea.
At that moment, I realized that the new Seadoo was at the marina getting the oil changed and it was ready to be picked up. So, I drove around the ranch again (45 minutes) and headed to the marina. I picked up the Seadoo, left the Rover at the marina and rode the Seadoo over to the lake site. I got off the Seadoo and walked through the mud to the Hummer. Then I drove the Hummer to the grocery store.
The our friends came and I did exactly zero work on the containers. The Irish girl was not a strong swimmer and so we had fun teaching her and dragging her on a tube at 5 mph with the boat until they left.
After they left I went back out to work on the container and it was very hot and sunny so NO PROBLEMS, right?
Then I was on the ladder and a wasp was buzzing my head so when I swatted it I fell off the ladder and knocked myself out.
Then I came home.
That's all that hapened on the container in Day 5- The Return.....
Now I am home and planning to lie around in my clean and dry backyard and float in my clean and wet pool for the entire 4th of July weekend.
That was a simple, huh?
More later- I'm going back on the 5th.
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