Swap Meet Saga: Decatur Adventure I

I'm very proud that my grandpa didn't buy anything this meet except license plates. No crappy scooters or golf carts this time. He chatted most of the time with his friend Ivan who had his daughter with him. My grandpa said he has the beginning of Alzheimer's so she came with him to watch out for him and just sat in the truck in one of our spots and read. 

My major battle this swap meet was with the motor home. Me and this RV had some issues with each other. I emptied a bottle of that blue septic deodorizer down the potty right off when I got in here and I am so happy that I did.

This really awesome picture is of the motor home I had such problems with this swap meet.

After we packed up for the night Friday I didn't really have anything to do because it’s really boring and it’s just me and my grandpa trapped together in this place. He made sandwiches and I rearranged the whole damn camper. He kept complaining that he wouldn't be able to find anything anymore but honestly, it’s now all bagged and separated into passenger, truck, farm truck, dealer, vanity, and out of state plates. They are all in order by year and take up half as much space as they did before. 

I cleared off the bed and the bench for my grandpa. I laid down a blanket for him and got him pillows and another blanket and even gave him my second comforter that I brought. I was worried that he was gonna be cold since heat rises and he was sleeping nearer to the floor. He also doesn't have hardly any body fat  on him so he gets cold easily. I crawled up onto the bunk and hit my head and arms and legs a bunch on the ceiling but when I laid down something stabbed me. I pulled an iron vice and a big bag of money out from under the mattress. I was like the princess and the pea, the mafia version. 

I could hardly go to sleep because I was coughing so bad. I figured out it was the dust up there on the bunk and I had to sleep with my face in the pillow just so that I could breathe. I woke up a lot in the night and then in the morning I only woke up when Grandpa cranked the heater up so high I thought I was in a dusty sauna. Then the heater blew the circuit and when I told Grandpa, he just shrugged. I figured out which panel held the circuits and flipped it myself instead.

And of course, I've had the usual experience with my grandpa and his driving. I hate riding in this motor home because every time I think its going to be the last time. That is why I have composed this overly long and detailed blog post, to distract me from my fear of the ride home.






Thus ends my swap meet saga. Read this at my funeral if I die before we reach home please. Thanks.