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We had a wonderful (albeit short) vacation that, sadly, ended on Monday. We stayed at four campgrounds in Maine, Vermont and New Hampshire. I didn’t find much time to post to wirelesstrips.com on this trip. I did most of the driving and was really trying to focus on relaxation, not work. Driving a 32′ RV is quite challenging on the back roads, and that’s where most of the driving took place. I don’t like to drive on freeways, so Richard took over when we did find ourselves on a big highway.

One of the pantry locks kept coming loose and, whenever I turned just slightly to the right, the pantry door would fly open. Richard was getting pretty frustrated, needing to get up every time the road curved to the right. Since there was no way to stop the pantry doors from opening completely once the lock clicked open, and no way to tie the doors shut, on our next stop, I rigged the pantry lock with dental floss (no kidding!) and that did the trick. Luckily, everything’s under warranty.

Have you ever driven through a really neat town and longingly thought to yourself, ‘Gosh. I wish I lived here…’? We drove through dozens of those towns, situated in and around the White Mountains. In between the morning mist on the mountains, the fat tadpoles in the lakes, the quaint shops and ice cream stands, the typical New England town squares, and the large, historic homes situated among cottages…we were in Heaven! I could have driven forever, but we had to get back home because we’d taken Frank’s friend, Mitchell, with us and his parents didn’t want him to be gone the entire summer.

We’ll probably take another short trip soon so Ali can take a friend on a trip, too. I’d like to find a nice beach on the East Coast somewhere, but the campground will need to have wifi, of course.

The two recent shark attacks in Florida happened pretty close to where we stayed when we were there last fall. I’m sure glad I never let the children get deeper than their knees when we’re swimming in salt water. Call me paranoid, but I spent many summer days on the beach in Galveston and I’ve seen my share of sharks. I even got bumped by one years ago. (I never go deeper than my knees, either!) I know they’re always right there, even when you can’t see them.

Hugs,
Ang

P.S. ~Remember, Write and Publish your Childhood Memories by Christmas!~
Angela next class, How to Remember, Write and Publish Your Life Story, starts in two weeks! Classes are a LOT of fun and we have a ball sharing our childhood memories while using the course memory triggers to record our memories in chronological order. The class is easy and FUN, only costs $40, and runs for six weeks. To read more or to sign up today, click HERE.

On Thursday, when Frank was about to leave with Zach for the dentist, I told him, “Tell the doctor to pull that last baby tooth. It’s been hanging on for two years and you can’t get braces until it comes out. It’s time for those braces so let’s just get it taken care of…”

Frank’s eyes got as big as pancakes and, before I could even finish my sentence, he said, “I’ll pull it out myself!” and he ran from the bedroom.

Frank’s been trying to pull that tooth out for months and has
never been successful. He wriggles it and plays with it for hours and then forgets about it for weeks on end. The dentist could never figure out why it wasn’t coming out either because x-rays showed there was no root left.

I heard him in the bathroom, shuffling about, and then I heard him yell, “Mom! MOM!! My filling came out!”

“Uh, Frank, you’re pulling on the correct tooth, right?!” I hollered back. I then turned to Ali and said, “Honey, go help your brother find his filling. It’s probably behind the toilet.”

That earned me a look of disgust and an, “Awe, Mom!!!”

I walked into the bathroom to see how he was doing, passing Zach in the hallway who was waiting to leave for the dentist. Frank was laughing and looking at himself in the mirror. Blood was pouring out of his mouth into the sink. He thought he looked like a horror movie character…and he was right.

I said, “Oh my gosh! What happened?”

His only reply was, “It’s okay, Mom, it doesn’t hurt.”

I said, “Clean the blood off the sink, put some gauze in your mouth, and go to the dentist. Let her do it.”

A few minutes later, he came into our bedroom and proudly displayed the stubborn tooth in his palm. Turns out that tooth was soldered to another one with a filling. That’s why it wouldn’t ever come out. Once the filling popped out, the battle was over.

Frank probably saved us a hundred bucks in extraction fees so the Tooth Fairy was very generous.

Hugs to all,
Angela

P.S. Do You Remember? Doo Bee Doo…~
My next class, How to Remember, Write and Publish Your Life Story, starts in two weeks! Classes are a LOT of fun and we all have a ball sharing our childhood memories while using the course memory triggers to record our memories in chronological order. We then use our memory notebook to start writing our autobiography! The class is easy and FUN, only costs $40, and runs for six weeks. Join us! To read more and to sign up TODAY, click HERE.