Now to put it all away
Vacation time is over. There, I’ve said it. Bring on the snow and the winter winds. I’ve had my ocean view for more than two weeks. I’ve eaten more fish than in the preceding year.
In passing, where do they find all those fish? Our local supermarkets only stock stuff in yellow breading. The waters around the Maritimes are supposedly short on fish stocks, but everywhere we went, the menus were fine on fins. Lobster of course has taken the ridiculous pricing route, but then again, having seen those silly bugs, silly prices just fit.
Anyhow, the camping depot has left the living room, back to the basement where tent one and tent two can reminisce, night after night. The sleepy bags can cuddle up to keep warm once the winter winds begin to blow along the basement floor (not literally, the insulation is better than that. Figuratively). The propane stove is safely stowed until we really need it again.
As my friends in Anne-Land are wont to sing, “Where did the summer go to? We had such fun.”
