Tropical Storm Arthur and the Liquid Laundry Soap Caper

7/5/14 Saturday in Bar Harbor, ME (Mt. Desert Narrows Camping Resort-RCG)

Well, the tropical storm that was predicted has arrived. We’ve had rain since last night (constant) and heavy wind added it’s influence around 6 am this morning. All day, wind and rain. So glad our leaks are not leaking, mostly. A little moistness at the wall behind the Driver’s seat is all. I love the sound of rain. It’s all flowing downhill to the little marsh/pond below us so there shouldn’t be any flooding.

Thus our morning was dedicated to taped TV shows, after making a big batch of whole wheat pancakes and getting the blog posted.

Now to the Liquid Laundry Soap Caper. As we were getting lunch together I was moving the laundry along and decided that I’d emptied the soap jug enough that I could now move the soap I’d put in a plastic half gallon milk container in it. You may wonder why I had soap in a milk container. Back in early March we drove to St. John’s RV near St. Augustine, FL. We missed our turn into the park so John made a U turn to get back. Unfortunately the rear ran over the curb of the barrier. When we arrived at the campsite we found that a large container of liquid laundry soap had fallen from its high shelf to the tile floor and cracked open. I saved what I could in a milk container, to later put in the small soap container I use when doing laundry. NOW I opened the cupboard to get the jug of soap only to discover that it had been knocked down (so many bumpy roads since March) and leaked out of the cap, soaking the carpet and wood underneath. Yuck.

Thus our rainy day gained a problem to be solved. Once I got the stuff cleared out and cleaned off I stopped for lunch. Then realized the best solution for the carpet was to rip it out. Of course it was glued down, so we needed a putty knife. In the now light rain I went looking for a maintenance guy to ask if he had one to borrow. He didn’t know, he’d get back to me. I came back and told John we’d wait an hour or so then go to WalMart for it. We happened to need some groceries anyway. Sure enough he never returned so we had a nice trip to WalMart.

John did a fine job of getting the gooey carpet pried out. I figured we should try to dry the wood. After leaving a fan on it for the late afternoon and evening it still didn’t appear dry (with crystallized soap), so we’ll continue that effort in the morning.

We got some computer work done then and watched some TV. Our evening entertainment consisted of a movie “Spiderman 3” and a gorgeous sunset just beyond our rig. The movie was okay. Kind of hokey but a nice moral: your choices make your life. It reminds me of one I’d read and memorized. “Circumstances don’t make a man, they reveal him.” I know, circumstances aren’t choices but it seems very often your choices result in your circumstances. I realize this is sometimes limited by situations/circumstances that limit your choices say for example like a concentration camp. Yet even there people were free to make certain choices to determine their life experiences.

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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