Things have just not been going my way this week. The week started out “Crappy.” Tu-wit, I sat on the toilet and the plastic hinges shattered from old age and brittleness. “No Problemo” I think, I’ll just order new hinges. Nope…so I ordered a new seat. End of the week came and no seat. So I canceled that order and re ordered it at the next town, Henderson, NV. That one failed to show also, so I had it shipped to Judy’s Sister, Sonja’s house for next week. Besides it is kind of fun skating around the toilet on a loose seat.

So we get settled into our new campsite at Kingman Arizona and Judy reports that the water pump has failed. We have this problem down pat. You flip all the switches, get out the digital multi-meter and remove 4 screws from the control-display panel and look at the back side. It immediately starts working. Screw it back together and it is good to go for another month.
The pump started up but it is air locked. Again, this is a common problem you go to the toilet, open the angle-cock and flush the toilet. The fast water flow clears the pump and it starts to pump good and strong. Just as I took my foot off the flush pedal the angle cock broke off in my hand and I now had full flow from the pump going directly on the floor. I quickly hollered at Judy and she turned the pump back off.
I already have an order coming from Henderson to Sonja’s so I call Joe in the parts department and order a new angle-cock. Joe promises to put it in with my toilet seat whenever it comes in.

Next problem is how to plug the supply line for the toilet. I just happen to have a fitting that will mount on the supply side of the water tube. With a brass fitting, some plastic disks and an “O” ring I fashion a plug for the tube. And the water is good to go. We just have to flush the toilet with a bottle of water. We commonly do this when dry camping anyway as part of our water conservation practices.
Now all that remains is to tend the Reverse Osmosis rig until our tank is full again.
Yes, Mr. Murphy is in full swing. I was poking around the back side of the coach using my flashlight. I saw that all was well, so I doused the flash light and started to walk the four feet from darkness into the bright light of the street light. Two foot six and a half inches later my foot tripped over a two foot diameter bolder. I was in the act of stowing the flashlight in my pocket so I did a full face-plant on the far side of the bolder.
Don’t I clean up pretty?

You have to keep your sense of humor on a week like this. The only other option is to sit on the curb and cry. All that will get you is some pity.
We are going to the Grand Canyon tomorrow. You can bet that I will stay way back from the rim.