Princesses at Leisure Lake

A couple weeks ago, or "Once upon a time," a princess appeared at Leisure Lake Campgrounds. She was a fine princess, with a grey and black goatee. You see, this princess awoke one fine morning to find a pink "Princess" license plate affixed to her golf cart.

Leisure Lake Original Princess

 

 

"Oh my," exclaimed the new princess. I have been appointed into a royal family. The Royal Family of Leisure Lake! How lucky am I?"

After discussion with an interceptor (shown below), this fine princess was led astray. Being the naive' newcumber to Leisure Lake, she didn't know who to believe.

The Interceptor

She gave up her royal seat and appointed a new princess at the campgrounds, bestowing gifts upon the new princess.



2nd Princess

The second princess was sorely surprised when she arrived at camp and a mirror started talking to her. It said such nice things that it made the new princess blush. Knowing that this honor bestowed upon her was not merited, the new princess went about making things right.

She called upon the first princess, the Interceptor, and one other culprit at the campgrounds and had a royal meeting. The second princess cleared the air with the new princess (although smoke from the fire swirled around her head) , calling out the Interceptor's errors. The Interceptor had told a 'white lie' to the innocent First Princess who had just been trying to get by in life.

As truth was told, all eyes were opened and the Proper Princess was crowned. Princess #3 truly deserved the honors given to her by both prior princesses.

Evidence was captured

The evidence shown to the first princess while the embarrassed Interceptor gets caught

Culprit and Interceptor as evidence is shown

A humbled culprit and sorry Interceptor



gifts for the new princess



Princess #3 says "Fire" to her new phone

Leisure Lake's newest princess

Watch out or you could become the next Leisure Lake Princess!

PINK SUGAR

WARNING!!! WARNING!!

Don't ever wear a hot pink shirt while spraying your dog for fleas!

Don't Touch !!

So, Karin gets a new car this past week. The same make as she had only newer with less miles. Very nice white 2013 Traverse.

She had a blue Traverse that she traded in because the mileage was getting high.

We had the boys when she went to pick up the new car. They all ran outside to see it when they were leaving and Andrew, of course, called out for the front seat.

As he was getting in the car, I hear Karin say, "Don't touch the wipers Andrew!"

There was nothing wrong with the old car except......

A few weeks ago, Andrew was being helpful. The back window on the old Traverse was "dirty" and needed cleaned. Andrew proceeded to use the wipers manually, pushing them back and forth with his hand to clean the windows.

Hey the windows looked better didn't they Karin?

Monday, Monday

So the saga goes on with the new house. As we try to make it our own, it keeps telling us, "I belonged to someone else."

About two weeks after moving into the house, we were taking a Sunday afternoon nap  after moving lots of stuff. Our bodies continue to remind us that moving at age 60 is not pleasant. We were awakened by a loud squealing noise. I thought it was children playing with a toy. Ken's mechanical mind went elsewhere.

Sugar started barking and running to the door. We stumbled out of bed, and Ken got to the door first. He didn't return right away so I looked around for him. I found him outside in the backyard with the neighbor who had been ringing our doorbell. (By the way, Ken went to the front door because we had never noticed the doorbell and had no idea it was on the side door only.) That same racket we heard was upsetting the neighbors. Our air conditioner, which we knew was old and would need replaced someday, was banging away in the backyard.

Luckily, Ken has experience with refrigeration and air conditioning and was able to put some oil on something inside there to quiet it down. Shhhhh...so far so good. Ken spent the next Monday  getting an estimate and schooled in new air conditioners and furnaces while I was working at the old house.

Before we bought the house we had it inspected. We were told that the dishwasher, furnace, air conditioner and hot water tank were older but still working so no need to do anything with them at this point. The garbage disposal did not work. No big deal, Ken knows how to put one in and I could get by for a while without one.

 About 1 1/2 weeks ago, Ken decided it was time to tackle that project. He installed the new one more as a convenience for me than a need. Thank you Ken! One morning before work, I put something down the disposal and water came up the other sink. I called Ken and left for work with him working on the drain. He used the plunger and said everything was fine. Great. During the week he used some special drain solution that you leave in for an hour just to be sure. Seemed to work.

A week ago, Sunday night, I used the disposal and the same thing happened. Only worse. The water wouldn't go down all the way. Ken tried to unplug it again, run water, and it would go down some but not completely. Okay, so I won't use the disposal for a while.

I turned the dishwasher on while we watched television that night. When I went out to the kitchen, I stepped in water in front of the dishwasher. Oh Brother!! What now? Not the dishwasher too. We soaked up the water with towels all night and the next morning. What happened was that the water was not draining and it backed up into the dishwasher. So last Monday Ken spent the day with the drain cleaning company. He still has to cut the pipe in the basement and replace it because the technician told Ken he only got an opening through all the gunk in the drains. Remember, the house used to belong to someone else!

Last week in the evening, Ken changed a hand held spray shower into a real shower in the bathroom on the first floor. We put up a new shower curtain and it was looking good. Again, we are trying to make this house "our own."

Last night, I turned on the water to take a bath. As the tub was filling I did a few errands around the house. When the tub was nearly full I turned the knobs off. What? Do we have a ghost in the house? The water did not stop coming out of the faucet. No kidding. The knobs wouldn't turn any farther but the hot water kept running. Here we go again.

So I left for work again this Monday morning, with Ken having a repair project to handle.

New things in our lives

I've been away from blogging for a couple months and I apologize to anyone who might have stopped by to see what was new and found NOTHING.

Things are new in our lives though. A new home (not newly built but new to us), a new city, and new neighbors. We started house hunting in March or April and found the "home of our current dreams" within a few weeks.



We dealt with the banks and had some surprises. We have excellent credit, a high credit score, and were told all along, "You will have no problem getting your loan." Yeah right....after lots of paperwork, bank statements, paystubs, and writing letters, the loan finally went through. Did you know that the banks don't want you to use cash anymore? Right?

Even though we used the same bank that our prior mortgage was with, we have two checking accounts with, and have dealt with for over 30 years, they had to ask us where the cash deposits came from. We had to write a letter and sign it stating that Ken cashes his paycheck at his credit union, then gives me whatever portion we choose to deposit into checking. Go figure! I remember people from the "old country" telling me when we were first married that they saved their money and paid cash for their home. Well the good part about that is that they wouldn't have had to deal with the bank and explain that they saved their money.

So within a couple of months, we searched, found, packed and unpacked  our belongings (lots of stuff but not all) and are now in our new home. We have been dealing with two homes (three if you count the camper) for a couple months, getting one ready to move into, one ready to move out of, and the other as a retreat (the camper) when we feel overwhelmed.

 We worked like busy beavers along with our family and friends getting the house as ready as possible before moving. We got three bedrooms, living room, hallway and the ceiling in the kitchen painted. The wallpaper was stripped from the kitchen and bath and the walls were scrubbed down in preparation for painting.

And yeah, Ken thought the house was "ready to move into." Quite a difference between how men see things and how women see things.