Every Airstream comes with an owner’s manual that's thicker than the average Encyclopedia Britannica. In the above photo, Kristy (sporting a “facial mask”) diligently searches our manual for a needle in a haystack – specifically, the identification number of our broken kitchen faucet.
She later found the elusive number in question. If you recall, we need a small piece of plastic. One phone call and sixteen dollars later, that crucial plastic is in transit! If all goes as planned, our Airstream's kitchen faucet will be repaired TOMORROW. That makes me happy (and I'm trying to overlook the fact we were just charged $16 for a 10-cent piece of plastic.)
Crocs
A few months ago, we were browsing a so-called “sidewalk sale” at a sporting goods store. The store not only moved racks of clothing to the sidewalk, they also dumped out a pile of flip-flop shoes called Crocs. They were selling these strange-looking shoes for $10.
The resultant scene was straight out of Discovery Channel: rabid packs of shoppers attacked the footwear like Amazonian piranha stripping a cow to the bones.
Since Crocs looked like useful camping gear, I braved the crazed throng and picked up a pair. Little did I realize these $10 shoes would become permanently welded to my feet. My tan lines tell the tale.
I now understand that Crocs are the biggest thing since The Beatles, the company's stock is more valuable than Microsoft and GE combined, and every child in North America owns at least 30 pair.
But these things really live up to the hype. They are comfortable and waterproof, an ideal shoe for RV-ing. And if you catch them on sale, they cost less than that plastic thingy inside our Airstream kitchen faucet.
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Tomorrow we spend some quality time exploring Seattle. On Saturday, we'll attend the Mariners - White Sox game!
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