we are the cosmos made conscious

Like oversized mushrooms brought out by light showers, a passel of tents have sprouted all over the campground. Hundreds of them. Everywhere. Boys crowd the roads and congregate around the bathrooms like small well-behaved hooligans. Yes, it is the annual Boy Scout Jamboree which has attracted boys of all ages from all over Ontario, Quebec, and even New York State. We talked to one family who were from near West Point, a 6 hour drive away.

Walking the dogs has been a bit like dodgeball with Adia straining at the leash, tail wagging wildly, trying to get to every passer-by.

I have not been offered help to cross the road.

Sadly, it is raining on and off. No big deal for us, but I think a big downer for those excited kids trying to enjoy a weekend of camping.

Last night we cuddled in the camper and watched Brian Cox’s Planets series about Saturn. Interesting. He fires up the imagination and turns science into magic. After that I watched David Attenbourgh’s program about Birds of Paradise. Another fascinating piece of film narrated by someone passionate.

We got the dogs out for a short walk this morning (not counting the 6:30 am outing of course), skirting acres of mud puddles. It wasn’t long enough for Adia, but Spike was a trooper and keen for most of the trek. They need to go out again (its almost 4pm) but the rain is keeping us inside. Oh, the walking… all our normal walk places are covered in tents so we are venturing out on more muddy roads. (just in from taking Adia out - the roads are slick mud but if I take the exact right route I can mostly keep on grass)

We sat here, in the rain, tummies rumbling, and decided on a trip to the village for lunch: a greasy, yucky, McDonalds lunch. Yuck. It was good at the time, but by the time we got back to camp I was almost ready to puke. Why am I such a slow learner?

I hadn’t prepared Adia with Trazadone ahead of time but popped one into her anyway (disguised in a chicken heart of course), moved the wire crate into the bedroom, and left her with a filled Kong. The app on my tablet was recording… we were gone 50 minutes and during that time there was less than a minute of howling. A bit more whimpering, but I don’t think it would have been heard outside the camper. And who did most of the howling… Mr. Naughty! Poor little guy has taken the loss of his sisters pretty hard as he never would have made a peep before.

“The rain is falling all around,

It falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.” 

~Robert Louis Stevenson

“We are the cosmos made conscious and life is the means by which the universe understands itself.”

~Brian Cox