Before I could get too involved with the hydraulic leveling system I enjoyed a little time getting “saved” by my bass fishing neighbors.
Scene 2:
These are the steps for adding hydraulic fluid to the reservoir. I had to clean the reservoir to read the directions.
Scene 3:
I snagged a cardboard box to lay on while I worked. I did not want to lay in rocks and dirt and weeds. I serviced the jacks themselves too. These are what I used to clean and lubricate the four jacks. I also used a grease gun to grease the jacks.
All done. I added 3/4 of a quart of hydraulic fluid. The popping has stopped. I won’t know about the alarm until I move to Hartselle AL.Follow my exploits on Twitter and Instagram
I’ve just sat around. I could not get the energy going. Seeking the flow, I went for a short walk down by the lake.
I’m trying.
I have gone to my gurus; Jesus, Alan Watts, Ram Dass, and Sadhguru, for renewal and encouragement. I have journaled online and off. I have taken and edited pictures. Made food. Enjoyed libations.
Wooden Indians carved in the 1940s
I saw these at the Shelby County Historical Society
Since December 24th my Freedom 458 has been malfunctioning.
Today RV tech Jack stopped by and told me the Freedom 458 was broken and needed to be replaced. I ordered a new one from Xantrex for $1,070 and change. It should be here Thursday.
What have I done? A lot of things are the same as the last time I posted about my progress.
Cleaned out my office some more
Shredded some old tax documents
Started sorting my tools and packing the ones to take along into their travel container
Found a container for nuts, bolts, screws, nails and washers I want on the road
Threw more things away at the house
Took a lot of items to the donation box
I did do something different. On my way to a wonderful Thanksgiving meal with my siblings, I stopped and looked at three motor homes.
The place was closed and I didn’t get to look inside them.
There is so much stuff. lol I keep throwing things away and taking things away and there isn’t any visual difference. It is a little disheartening at times.
“Whenever you feel like giving up, remember why you set this goal in the first place.” ~Unknown
What if you have a stroke/heart attack (pick a catastrophic illness)?
How can you leave your job?
How will you make ends meet?
What about the cost of fuel?
How will you survive?
At your age how can you sell and give away all your things?
What about security in your old age?
Where will you live when you’re too old to live in a motor home?
(One of my personal favorites) What if SOMETHING happens? Something is never specified it is always the nebulous unknown thing.
Of course I know that is a load of crap. There are a lot of people my age and older living full time on the road. None the less, there are times when I hear my own mind asking the same questions. There are times when my self limiting thoughts are difficult to silence.
I have to remind myself that one is never too old to have dreams and to pursue those dreams.
“Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic, and power in it.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Launched this project
Car is fixed and out of the shop
Got some boxes and put them in the shop. Later I’ll fill them and donate some of them to charity and others (tools) will be things I’m keeping for the road trip.
Sorted through some papers. It is amazing how ‘important’ papers accumulate. Then somehow they move from being important to being garbage while they are safely filed away.
Threw some things out that needed to go.
I maintained my other projects.
Worked on the jeep window problem. Just a little more to do on that if I am lucky.
Not a lot I know.
If I don’t pick up the pace I won’t ever drive away in a motor home. I am not going to beat myself up over it though.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. ~ Lao-tzu
These are what I used to clean and lubricate the four jacks. I also used a grease gun to grease the jacks.
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