Greetings from the recovery RV. Here is Jim, preparing to venture out and crutch through the gravel.
This is how one departs the bus with crutches. It's too dang narrow to use them in this stairwell. When I was in the boot two years ago, I always went in and out on the butt. It's just safer.
I must confess that I have never dumped the black tank before. All of the women who RV alone are probably giving me the lip fart of disdain right now, but there it is. The black tank is solidly in the domain of blue work, and it was my goal to leave it there. However, things change. With Jim's coaching, the dumping and tank flushing went smoothly. Over the next few months I will be fully cross trained in all RV operations.
Look carefully at the rider's shoulder, and just forward. It's unfortunate that I didn't get the photo when they were coming at us. That's a poodle sitting on the motorcycle. We can tell she's a girl because of all the pink ribbons on her head. Cute, so cute.
Jim's doing well. The swelling has gone down dramatically, so the giant splint is less uncomfortable than it was. That thing is heavy. The temptation is to rest it on the ground, but the discharge nurse made it clear that to do that is forbidden. So he doesn't. That's all I have to report maties.