Having family helps.

Dad was yesterday's crutch considering his expertise in the workings of a large diesel contraption. Today was my sister, her boyfriend and an aunt and uncle. After being kicked out of the Front Royal RV Park, I spent the day in the Wal-Mart parking lot in Manassass, va. This was my first honest experience just 'living' in a wal-mart parking lot, although it was only for 6hrs. The amusement that I felt while making my PB&J sammich, and goin on about my day while looking out at a parking lot of people living their lives was like that of a child waiting to goto sleep before a big day. All while waiting for a phone call from an uncle in Richmond about a place to store my big blue bus for 2 weeks (I have to take care of my sisters business while they are on vaca). Out of pure serendipity, my sisters' boyfriend stopped at a lot that usually stores RV's 5 miles from their house to inquire about rates. After explaining my saga, and being told they TOTALLY UNDERSTOOD about the campground (They knew of them and their shiesty ways), the woman agreed to let me park the bus for 2 weeks at no charge. She doesn't know it yet, but any computer this woman needs fixed, it shall be done. So, for the next 2 weeks, I live in a house, with a running shower, and do not have my bus within eyesight....that feels weird.