Yesterday was another beautiful day in San Diego. The weather was a little more fall-like in the morning – it was 56 degrees out at 8am. It quickly warmed up and the high was around 70 degrees.

Donna went for a bicycle ride while I wrote my blog post. In the afternoon we went in separate directions as Donna went shopping with Sheila’s car and I took the scooter to find some parts I need to repair our plumbing.

Our sewer hose drips at the connector underneath the coach when I open the valve. This is not good; it needs to be an airtight connection. For some inexplicable reason, Gulfstream made the opening to route the hose into the water service compartment too small for a standard hose connector to fit  through. I built a short extension that places a connector outside of the opening. That allows me to hook up easily, otherwise I would have to keep the compartment open with the hose hanging of the door or remove the hose connector, feed the hose through the opening and put the connector back on every time I hooked up.

Recently, the short extension I added developed a leak. I replaced the seals, but it didn’t help. Today I’ll disassemble the extension and rebuild it. This is not fun stuff.

Donna went to Staples to buy an external hard drive and a couple of small paper organizers for each of us. She also bought a new door mat and a runner rug for the coach. When she was finished shopping, she drove to Sheila’s house. Sheila will return later in the evening, so Donna returned her car. I rode over there on the scooter and picked Donna up. Once again, the items Donna purchased meant we were at maximum load on the scooter.

Sheila’s house is in Point Loma. When I rode over to pick Donna up, the traffic volumes were building on Midway Drive and Rosecrans Boulevard. I took an alternate route back to De Anza. From Point Loma, we rode through Ocean Beach to Sea World Drive. The traffic was light. It’s nice to have alternate routes.

The Chargers were playing against the Colts on Monday Night Football. I think I mentioned how lame the cable service is here at Mission Bay RV Resort. No ESPN! It could’ve been a moot point since there was a threat of the game being blacked out in San Diego! It seems odd to me that a nationally televised Monday night game didn’t sell out. I think there are a couple of reasons contributing to this. A large number of the people in San Diego are transplants; that is, they moved here from somewhere else. Their NFL allegiance remains with the team they originally followed “back home.” Another factor is the number of activities that are available around here on a daily basis. You can’t do everything.

I planned to watch the game at Offshore Tavern and Grill, a sports bar/restaurant on Morena Boulevard about two miles from here. It was 4pm when we returned home. I wanted to be at Offshore by 5pm at the latest to be sure I could get a good seat. Donna was going to a professional organizer’s meeting in La Jolla with a friend who was willing to drop me off at the tavern, but I wanted to get going.

I quickly donned my vintage 1984 number 14 Dan Fouts Chargers jersey and walked to Offshore. It took me about 30 minutes to walk there. I found a good seat in front of one of the many TVs. I ordered Poke, which is a plate of sushi grade tuna cubes over cabbage and green onions with avocado and a sesame oil/soy sauce dressing. I washed it down with a pint of Fat Tire ale. It was delicious.

Poke plate

The Chargers played a good game. The defense really stepped up. They won, 19 – 9. While I was there, I posted on Facebook. An old friend I’ve been wanting to connect with, Carole Bringas, replied. She joined me for the fourth quarter.

Carole lived in Prescott, Arizona when I was living in Mesa, but we never connected. She left Arizona on her own in an RV. She trekked cross-country to the east coast and traveled up to Maine. We talked about the RV lifestyle and places we’ve visited. I’ve known Carole since I was in 8th grade. We lived in the same neighborhood and were part of a tight-knit group of friends that hung out at Cadman Park.

There’s a photo and an article about those days published in the San Diego Reader here. I should have included the link in the reunion post.

Carole dropped me off at the RV park around 9pm. Donna arrived home about 9:30pm.