August 05, 2016
We got the much needed rain, most of the night in fact. I had gone to the post office,
( now where are we going my readership asks.) I put Lucy in the back seat for a brisk drive, and we went about the day, hot and bothered. Well there was a cooling breeze was on her muzzle. Rain and thunder, the window being left wide open, only to discover that fact, this morning. I proceeded to leave it that way, thinking it might dry out, once I took the blanket that is there to protect the seat, from the dog. I was surprised it worked. We all know how my luck goes as there are more clouds about with water in them.
Delightful table of guests, new weds from Kingston, Just married three or was it four days, time flies they tell me. I did not you will be pleased to know launch into my stories about time traveling. The other two rooms, a mother whose alma mater was mine, but hers was Law, mine let me assure was not. She traveling to Newfoundland from her home in the states with her daughters.
I tuned myself inside out to make an application, sad to say, I could not get on the system, the security was so high, it did not like my passwords, then I got so mixed up even having written them down. I got locked out. I did get my deed to the property to prove that in fact did live in the province. (that was interesting, as there have been only four owners since 1927, the builder living here, since 1900, but I digress)
I did spend a day typing away, turning my eyes inside out mostly, it was not a cut and paste kind of thing, no the system would not allow it. Then when I had finished the 1500 word essay based on what my astrology tells about me, I lost it. I kept the other one, which was 800 but as I said could not get back into the system being suspect at attempting to get on line 4 times. My career change is not eminent. I am still here still going.
There is a beach blast this weekend, and the crowds have filled up and emptied the rooms several times over. I unplugged the phone as potential guests call as I have whined about for years, at un holy hours of the clock.
Lucy continues to well, and she loves our trip in the car now to the post office to get her treats. After in the heat we went around the block for a brief bathroom break, for her not moi, and she thought she would fool them. She waited at the door, the wheelchair access and then got in for a second round, as the door stays open, she thinks just for her. I have to have a cookie in hand to get her out the door and into La Tomato.
I did not make it to boot camp, no, I cut my finger instead. Gives a hole new meaning to bloody mess. I gave up and went to bed. Now it is taking only one phone call for me to unplug. “”Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen. Albert Einstein Lucy and Moi