We purchased a 1957 Shasta trailer for my birthday. See the irony? I was born in 1957. This little camper needs a lot of work. In fact, as of now, Dan has completely gutted it and after wiring and insulation, walls are finally going back in. I am in search of a remote area in which to camp. It seems the rest of the RV population does not mind "camping" in some huge RV parking lot. Not for me! I wrote a letter to a property owner in Concan asking if we could camp on his property on the Frio River. It's either yes or no ~~ and I figure I have nothing to lose by asking.
I got the news yesterday that Bobby got the point for the new dealership. This is beyond good news. Dan is supposed to be the GM, but because I am the most unlucky person I know, I refuse to believe it until I see it. One thing is for certain, he will be much, much closer. I hate that he has to drive to 281 every single day.
I am in a horrible mood right now because Danielle wants us to take care of her cell phone issues. I want so much for this 24, soon to be 25 year old child to stand on her own. Dan does not realize the damage he does by giving her everything. In the meantime, we have nothing. I have to pay a $1,000.00 phone bill as it is. I so wished that things would have worked out for her and Kyle. He is such a terrific fella and yet, because there are two sides to every story, I guess it was not to be. Getting her married will solve 50% of my problems.
Okay, it's the last day of the month and I gotta get back to work so I can finalize my invoice. Will post sometime soon, but really, no promises.
