Another good sport

Here's Igor in his new fishing hat.  He's SUCH a good sport!  His birthday is the day before mine and 20 years later. No wonder I love him.  Us Pisces need to swim together.

Basically Benita has a meme going - photos for one letter of the alphabet each week.  So this is my A for Adorable Igor.

I got this photo on board the ship one day.  It sort of illustrates the way I have been lately.  Not so much anti-social as chrysalidic. Mentally pupating. Digesting that feast of sensory and intellectual stimulation.  Fear not.  I am nowhere near done with my gestational process.  I crack out of this cocoon to reveal -- a bigger caterpillar.

So I will use this photo to illustrate B- Bigger and Better Bugs!


OK, Confession time.  DH and I just bought an RV.  I feel so embarrassed!  It's so - middle-aged of us.  My inner committee is mostly thrilled with the idea of getting to goforaride  and travel with the bed and the cats and the comforts of home but the Scotch Bitch is in a total swivet about spending that much money.  It's not THAT much.  It's a 30 ft. long 1997 rig, so the price is good.  It's well taken care of.  And DH has gone back to work - did I tell you that?  One of his co-workers needed knee surgery but the shop was so short-handed that he couldn't get the time off, so DH agreed to fill in during surgery and recuperation time.  (DH can do all the jobs in the shop.)  He signed a 90 day contract.  He collects retirement AND regular pay, and we have our medical coverage back for a few months.  He could probably work as long as he wanted at the shop, but he doesn't want to work full time permanent.  He wants to see the USA in his new Chevrolet with his darling wife.

SO, the brakes are being replaced, and we are getting a solar panel to keep the battery charged, and by this time next week, I should have a picture of the new rig.  But I'm still kind of embarrassed.