A perfect storm of activities
Today presented a perfect storm of activities; after several weeks of living without the need for a schedule, or even a clock, a shock. Yes, we managed, but no, it wasn’t relaxing for the spirit.
You have to imagine a life where you only do what you have to. Eat, drive around, put gas in the car. If the urge to stop and visit something strikes, your do so. And then, the need to be organized falls on our heads. People coming to visit. People we need to visit. An obligation to go “pot luck”. Another obligation to join in community. For the record, the obligations were the first to fall into discard.
With company coming (in the campground sense), the instinct for flight or fight was “on the front burner”. The dog chose to fight, and I paid the price (agitated dog means failure to aim). Supper was a postscript: chocolate and gas bar sandwiches fill the hole, not the need. Head down for the other visit, and then back to enjoy a campfire – cancelled due to high winds. For the weather record, those same winds made the night a noisy one.
At one point in the afternoon, due to the wifi outage, I made a solo run to Souris to upgrade firmware on an ebook reader. Not an obvious thing, and I now have a second reader with the same need. Later; on vacation.
The boats are busy offshore. Harvesting herring or mackerel, according to your source. Bait for bigger dreams, should the tuna swim into range.
