I think I just might have my Mom read some of your posts. Had you not given permission, it never even crossed my mind til you said it. I'm a high school dropout myself. Left midday Thurs, started working Monday as a 4th generation Plumber. Got my GED, & all I had to do was take the plumbing test because I was grandfathered in, but I didn't want spend my life getting "no heat" calls & committing to either rebuilding some poor old lady's boiler who was my dad's dad's customer, knowing that 1, we weren't leaving til it was fixed...or at least rigged, or the new boiler was installed, only to learn...it wasn't the boiler that was the only problem. 2, no matter how ticked off & how many tools flew & cursing went on, I'd always think to myself, "That's my cue! And he could've just ASKED me, or TOLD me he can't fit his hand/arm/body/whatever in there" No tools had to be injured in the rebuilding of this boiler. LOL. Sometimes his hands were too big to catch the threads.
Like I said before, I became a Massage Therapist...I have a very acute sense of touch. I can back-thread anything & feel the drop when I hit thread one. Though I only wore gloves to keep my hands warm, I still never really developed callouses. Even though I started working at a stable at 10 every weekend so I could ride for free & take out "hackers" (Newbies) on trail rides. Oh I got plenty of blisters from the shovels, brooms, wheelbarrows, the reins, the hay bales, one in each hand or you'd fall over (found out recently those bales were 40 lbs apiece...I was 10!!! Holy $#!+!!!) & some of those saddles? Getting Western saddles up to the height of some of those horses. I'm 5'1" now! & this was in Philly. Round here nobody helps you with ANYTHING. You're on your own.
Anyway back to callouses, I'd get blisters, plenty, but they always popped & the skin got ripped off the following weekend. Whereas my father had thick callouses & couldn't even get a diabetic lancet test through his fingers. Haha! True story.
Yeah, your daughter will smarten up. If you just smile & nod, she'll figure it out on her own. Like playing it like the ball's in her court, you got it already.
I am def gonna hit the library. Right now I'm shopping around for the cheapest 1-way, in case all goes well car rental place. Used to be, there was like 1 or 2, now there's half-a-zillion. I would imagine it's gonna take the better part of the rest of the night choosing one closeby that will be good on gas & all that fun stuff. So I hope to get to the library tomorrow.
I really cannot thank you enough for your help, experience & wisdom in the world of all things RV, as Imay have camped, but I worry I may end up having moments like Eddie from National Lampoons Christmas Vacation "Merry Christmas! $#!++er Was full!" or like Robin Williams in RV. THAT is my biggest fear. I'm going to buy like an Idiot's guide to RVing or something. I've seen some books for beginners linked from here that look promising.
The dogs are looking at me like they are trying to burn holes in my head. I usually feed them @ 4, now it's 4:30. I'm off to feed the monsters so they turn back into our loveable dogs again, haha.
