Check out that mottled dye job
Sorry, members of my spiritual community. I didn’t join with you this morning because I’ve lost the ability to determine “days of the week”. Soon, hours of the day will follow, and I’ll be forced to wander up and down the beach, determining life actions by the phase of the tides. Vacation does that.
Actually, the morning was a time to wander with the dog, accepting his obsession with visiting posts and corners. Excremetally speaking, I’m the burier of evidence. Poor pay, but the dialogue (soliloque?) is rarely interrupted. And after a round of the area, the food supply is steady. Yes: cinnamon buns.
This afternoon, we attended the local strawberry social. A chance to renew old acquaintances, make some new ones, listen to Elmer Deagle on the banjo and relax. Later on, we bought dog biscuits and prepared for a round of photo development. The preparation took hours, due to a slow access by wifi and a very comfortable armchair.
What to do when it’s suppertime? Return to the Sheltered Harbour… the restaurant might as well reserve a seat for my extended visit in the area. Fish, fish and more fish.
Just before we entered the campground, we stopped to allow a fox to cross the highway. He then came alongside the car, close enough for us to admire the mottled coat (bad dye job) and wonder at the fearless demeanor. I don’t remember seeing a fox that close, ever. Probably a reassurance that coyotes are out of sight and out of mind for the local wildlife.
