Flashing lights
After the wonderful electrical display from out over the water last evening, there’s little that can top such a production. Forget the pyrotechnic displays of quadricentennial birthday parties, because Mother Nature at Basin Head will win every time. We did get a little wet during egress, but that’s part of the deal. Oddly enough, back at the campsite there had been nothing. No rain, no noise, no flashing lights. Nothing.
We went off to town in the afternoon for no special reason. Something to do. After a successful quest for a watch battery (I had an old Timex multifunction that had finally stopped sounding the alarm at odd times of the day) and the discovery of a really tiny screwdriver in the bottom of a backpack, I was ready for the microsurgery required. Yes, there is one screwnail now MIA on the floor of the van, but a wadded corner of the sales receipt from Wallie’s did the job. And those self-service checkouts are so cool to operate!
Bringing a gift when visiting is a time-honoured tradition. Others may choose bread, or salt, or awful flowers, but a true geek always opts for technology. A wifi access point with integrated firewall and four-port switch is a much nicer gift, in my opinion.
I’m on schedule for an eye examination. The doctor is on schedule for a round of golf. White balls trump eye balls every time in this world. Maybe tomorrow. At least all the paperwork is now done, and the girl at the desk is a wizard at finding old prescriptions in her paper farm.
On the way back to the east, we decided to take an alternate road. One that provided smooth roads free of construction, and different sodium light displays at principal corners. And the light display (flashing red, white and blue) of someone driving a government race car. Since we were just minutes away from midnight and less than an hour from “curfew” at the campground, he admonished us about the relative speed of our vehicle in comparison with the hares and foxes who scan from the edge of road, but then sent us safely on tour way with a “sin no more” prayer. I guess that 29 and a bit over the posted is in the venial class (what post, sir?). Speed control is probably a good thing to use on Island highways, and that includes the good old Seven Mile Road.
