May 23, 2016
Exciting news. ONE MORE first!! Who in all this time would thing there is anything to report about. (It is not this by the way, just to let you know however, that considering on June 01, is an anniversary. I will have been at this address since the year 2000. You do the math, since I seem not to be able to.) An incoming email acknowledged that I time travel. ‘You made me check the calendar… Just noticed that this post is sent for the 26th….in previous posts have I been missing your way to get ahead of time?.…” Please note, all planets are back in alignment, but I it seems am not. Mathematics, time traveling, planets whirling around, it has come to this….nothing you do not already know.
NEVERTHELESS!! Back to the announcement of yet another first, in the proprietorship of a bed and breakfast that I was trying to tell you about. I reflected that it was one of those Nigerian Princes needing money kind of things. In fact could not quiet believe it. Except it came thru, and is it seems from Africa, conceivably. The guest, having an name that I unable to place. Could be from anywhere actually. It came thru a legitimate on line reservation system otherwise I would have not believed it. At the height of the tourism season!! WHAT what cry the dear and long time readers of the diatribe. WHAT !!!!
I received a reservation, the longest one, back to back I ever had. I have a reservation for two solid weeks. (Costing me ONLY 20% of the total.) I have people stay long periods of time usually 4-5 days max. this is the greatest yet.
The temperatures jumped to and we got to 31.Lucy P went down in the heat, labouring to breathe. I was of course berserk. I forgot. I thought she was a gonner. We languished in the cool of the house. (the house is stone it was cool) venturing out only for delivery of banana breads. THE and my standard operating policy will be in the heat we head to the beach. ONCE I got my head out of my bum I took myself up on it OFF we went in temperatures 10 degrees less. We wiggled into a bathing suit, WHY would be a good question, hope springs eternal. Packed up the umbrella and sunscreen. Towels, of all sorts, and a bit of a lunch.
The old girl, YES THAT WOULD BE MOI. AND LUCY walked the beach, twice, chased sticks, and swam. I got in up to just above my ankles. Cramps form the cold ensued. Then she got a shower at a relatives, near by and was all damp but clean. So was I.
Home we came. Lucy watching the highway pass in the backseat. Lucy remained at home, while impulse shopping ensued. As the grocery shops and store were to close tight for a holiday fit for a queen. Lucy still damp. The sugar was on sale $1,79 bought two bags. They broke, and spilled a little white fuzzy layer clearly visible on the brown floor. Lucy laid it while I wasn’t looking. Sugar is the new tobacco. Cynthia Kenyon, Lucy and Moi