Every so often I "stumble."  No, it's not that I fall and trip all over the place.  (Even though I've been known to do that!)  Stumbling is when I get caught in a place and am not sure how to proceed. 

I'm all ready and packed to go in the Sunrader with Cali, but for some reason I'm "dragging my feet."  I'm a little nervous about taking to the open road, although I've done it before many times.  Once there, I seem to fall into the rhythm and it all seems to come together. 

Where does that feeling come from?  I'm thinking that it might be from a trip that I took over Memorial Day weekend to Carlsbad Caverns.  The Sunrader broke down between White's City and Carlsbad (in the middle of nowhere).  I got a tow, a gas station fixed the problem, (a fan pulley) and my friend and I went on our  merry way.  Even though I've had the RV all checked out for this trip, it makes me a little nervous after having a problem.  The "COW" (Casa on Wheels) is pretty dependable, and I've only had a tire blowout and the above mentioned problem in the four years I've owned it. 

Today is Father's Day.  I always think of my dad, but not in a conventional manner.  It's hard to remember him since I lost him when I was only twelve.  What I do remember about him is that he loved me in his own way and made me feel special.  Many of my the thoughts of him are overshadowed by his five year illness.  At any rate, I hope he's somewhere (Heaven) where he's happy and watching over me.