By the time I had boiled my water on the ever so useful campstove, for a second time since sunrise, the dog wanted my attention. Prepare my coffee, but while things cooled down, we should leash our collective spirit and go for a wander. Up the lane to the campground, where every other dog has already gone. You can see where this is actually going.
posted in pets, travel | Comments Off on Canine social media | 260 words
Thankfully, the postal era is almost over. Because, as it turns out, sending stuff from here to there is difficult. Not for the commercial enterprise, with a full logistical model in place for delivery; for the rest of us, stuck in a campground with an oversized object.
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At least with the dog alarm, the odds of seeing and saying goodbye to those who leave the campground early is increased. Yesterday, Louise. Today, Louis and Diane. Tomorrow; too early to tell. I’m sure that the dog and I will be out there, watching the sun rise over the edge of the campground.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Strategy for a rainy evening | 271 words
Even a tent will rattle and roll, if there’s enough wind blowing. Last night was a noisy one; the surf moved from a rhythmic beat to a steady roar, and instead of sleeping, I listened.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Strawberries and a show hall | 265 words
The tent dog had me out for sunrise. OK, he had an ulterior motive which involved touring the campground, but the sleep cycle was broken. Within hours, I was drinking French press coffee with cinnamon buns.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Art in a camp car | 255 words
Blame it on the rigors of vacation, but I stayed up past my bedtime. Six hours past. And in recognition of the years I’ve accumulated, it is tough. Might take me the next week or two to resynchronize my diurnal ticktock. We’ll see. The hotel mattress was very comfortable. We came very close to hitting the checkout time limit.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Real fish instead of processed whatever | 252 words
The continental breakfast in the chain motel world is really a way to ensure weight loss. Yogurt with chemisty. Bad black coffee. A bagel that did not withstand the hardening step (some refer to it as toasting lightly). A newspaper from another province. Enough already! Next time, reduce the room cost by two bits and let me choose a resto after my own tastes. Please.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Cross that bridge when you come to it | 294 words
Mentally, I was ready to leave long before sunrise. The car had been loaded, virtually, over and over again. The dog was ready; he always is. All that remained was for the driver to join our team. And so, before rush hour, we were crossing the bridge.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Road notes | 262 words
This day just got away from me. Looked at the clock and saw that 23:99 was upon me, and realized that there were still things to get done. Like this. I’m in preparation mode, for travel. Distracting time of the summer.
posted in travel | Comments Off on The actual preparation day | 267 words
In the same way that classical music never goes out of style, neither does classic comedy. Just spent some time catching up with Lucy Ricardo. Even if she always has some ‘splainin’ to do, she has fun in the getting there.
posted in computing | Comments Off on Resetting the reset | 253 words
