What’s a stinkbug got to do with any of this?
The mobile RV repairman arrived yesterday at lunchtime and diagnosed and repaired my electrical problems on my Lance camper in less than two hours. And yes, that's the same problem that I had worked on for several days and was unable to fix. I guess that shows the clear difference between someone who THINKS they know what they're doing and someone who KNOWS what they're doing.
My problem started when I first got the Lance and discovered that the truck plug and the Lance camper plug didn't work together. I spent days switching wires around, trying to make them work together, and managed to get the taillights semi, sorta, kinda, working. But everything was never quite right until finally the taillights started giving me trouble.
I could've saved myself a lot of heartache by calling a professional to fix my problems, but calling people to fix things for me is not the way I was raised. Being an Air Force family, we were poor, so my dad had to fix things that broke down, and he taught me to do the same, and that's what I've done all my life. Sometimes that works, and sometimes it doesn't.
But now that I'm getting old and geezerly, I have an excuse for not fixing things the way I used to. Crawling under a truck or a camper is more difficult for me now than it used to be. But even though I'm poor again, it seems I'll have to rely more on professionals to get things repaired.
But that won't stop me from at least trying to fix things. It makes me feel better to think that at least I tried, rather than just giving up immediately and calling in the Cavalry.
Theboondork
A lowly stinkbug in the yard. Wearing its best suit of armor, and its most aromatic stinky stink of all the other stinkbugs, while daring neighborhood birds to attack, peers out over its domain, knowing he’s the stinkiest stinkbug in the whole stinking neighborhood……pride takes many forms.
The high country near Buena Vista, Colorado.
Yellow wildflowers, at Pete’s.