Peeping Friday

So far so good - the calm mood is holding out (although I hardly slept a wink last night and had all sorts of really strange dreams including one where Carm dove into a pool of pcb's)

I took my  tablet for a walk again this morning and this time didn't muck up the recording. Our morning walk here is 4.43km vs the 5km at Presquile. Still, a good way to start the day. After we got back from our walk we headed out to the "Basket Case", a little mom & pop restaurant in Morrisburg. The place is decorated with antiques and all the walls are covered with paintings and prints. The tables and chairs are mis-matched sets, and every table has a tablecloth and placemats. The salt and pepper shakers are all antiques, or at least not cheap modern restaurant kinds. It is a very homey atmosphere. Their speciality is club sandwiches and I'll have to say that even though I'm not a big sandwich eater, I gobbled mine up and enjoyed every bite. Carm (an aficionado) said it was the best he's had.

Including trips to a few little shops we were back to our camp by just after 2pm. Just in to to watch the first few campers rolling in. Aside from a couple in a little camper on tues & wed night the place has been deserted, but now that it's Friday all the working stiffs will start filling the place up. I like being a nosy nessie and watching them do their setups. Watching people take 5 minutes to get the camper in just the right spot makes me feel better about our own placement exercises (cause sometimes it is an exercise - in futility that is). We have a fairly complicated setup with our carpet, tablecloth, bbq, Grace's outdoor cage, zero gravity chairs, little table, herbs, etc., etc. Oh yeah, and the fence, and the big time killer the satellite dish. It usually takes us 1 hour, or maybe 1 1/4 hours. And then it is time for a snack and the ever so nice icy corona with lime. Ahhhhh. Bliss. That's a time that I can pretty much count on that feeling of calm contentedness.

So back to my idle observations of other people setting up. They seem to need as much time as we do. I think our years of working full-time, breeding parrots and breeding horses, not to mention that we are both pretty organized people, has made us super efficient. We have systems and procedures in place to speed the process. Or maybe we are just rushing for that first cold drink! (which by the way may be the last one we have for the rest of the trip... but thinking about it now (3:10pm in the hot sun) I'm thinking that one might be in order right now.)

But back to other people's setup... the guy across the way and down a bit is laying out a long line of what look to be solar lights on tall stakes - there are 8 of them spaced about 6' apart, now the woman is adding something to them, or maybe putting out another line of something - it's very strange - oh they are big pinwheels, just two of them. But then people probably think we are strange when we start putting up our fence... until they see the dogs... at Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. Henry David Thoreau point they probably gasp with horror! (fyi - our dogs are pretty quiet so those horrified people often come up to us later and comment on how good the dogs are).

I guess I should just get my nose out of other peoples business (until the two campers across the way come!) and get back to reading my book. At my current rate I'll be reading book three by Christmas.

Cheers!

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. Henry David Thoreau