Too close for (my) comfort
Time to vent a little. I am greedy when it comes to personal space. Public transit is forced but acceptable; a balance of time and price versus elbow room. Malls can be easily avoided. Campgrounds…
The weekend is here. We’ve gone from the one extreme (the whole row to me) to the other where are trailers on both sides, close. No room to swing a [pick your swing device of choice]. Forget putting the dog on a long lead, or “hanging a dipole”. Right now, I hope the neighbours left their gift boxes and banjos back in the holler. Monday seems very far away.
This was a day of rest. The dog and I made the best of a bad situation, when the cook shelter was seconded to an afternoon birthday celebration. We went to town and pretended to be elsewhere. Supper, like lunch, never hit the scheduled lineup, and now I’m considering a bedtime cinnamon roll/ potato chip combo, washed down with warm well-shaken soda. Don’t preach good nutrition when sustenance is the issue. The dog has a fresh sack of kibble, if the other menu proves insufficient. And then, an early retreat to the sleeping tent.
Talking to the tourism guy; governments seem to have a hard time with financially logical policies. Is there something intrinsically flawed with public service? Don’t answer that. I don’t want my new (close) neighbours to see me fume and rant. Not just yet.
Turns out that even the wifi is stressed by the increase in population. I am right up by the office and ice cream bar, to put this public.
