Play the ferry game
The phone call was important. Not to me, directly, but still… an offer of work for son #3, locally. That’s the first nibble in more than four months, although the search process has been hampered by a lack of transportation and “flying under the radar”. After all, if nobody knows you’re there.
With the call, however, came a pressing need for access to a bank account. Not one in a city nine hours distant. And with one car, you sometimes play that game where you have to ferry a certain number of people to the other side. Just after lunchtime, we loaded the car with all present, including the dog, and headed up the road to add a neighbour to the transportation stew. Over to the local hall, drop two, shift places, head into town to the local bank for the required paperwork. That done, pick up groceries, return to the house via the mail drop. Leave behind the boy and the dog and return to the hall to pick up the two dropped initially. Stop at the store for something or other (bread, maybe) then return home to find the cream cheese (it’s complicated). Leave me so the other two can do a taxi up and down the road. And, off.
That’s what keeps me busy, and we still haven’t started supper. The two pies will wait for another afternoon.
I did find my low whistle, which didn’t bring great joy to the dog, but he’ll get used to it. Meanwhile, the weather outside is nasty, and not in the forecast.
