Waiting for the number to be called
Darkness falls. I’m sitting in the car with the dog, surrounded by my toys. Across the way, hundreds wait for the calling of the right number. My original intention was to sit with the group and dab in time with the caller, but my conscience (and the lingering heat of the day) came through. The dog profited.
We’d started the day with a lateral move to a better campsite, and the laundry pile was reduced to stuff I’d forgotten. With the need to eat indexed by the temperature (over 30C, which starts to mimic life beside a woodstove), we opted for milkshakes in St. Peter’s. A combination belly cooling and calcium injection.
Then, a visit to a house store. After all, the next house will be the most expensive purchase of my lifetime (in all likelihood), so it’s preferable to shop early. The quoted price remains at the $100 / sq. ft. figure we’d been given several years ago; now there’s an additional quotation for the foundation and fixings. I’m still good with that. The maximum length of a given unit is up to 74’ but the width is still 16’. Think in multiples and move onward. We asked about exterior upgrades, and all is possible for a few dollars more.
The next move was over back roads, to Montague, for salad. Some biking tourists were seeking an alternative to backtracking, so the idea of cache camping on the hiking trail was offered. Perhaps not in jest.
But back to my parking lot watch. The regional bingo is a fundraiser; better than sitting waiting for a fire to die out.
