Camping: Dam The Money!

I rose before everyone else. The patch had failed again, but late, and Omaha and I got most of a good night's sleep. As the first adult to rise, I made the fire and put on a tin pot of water to boil for tea. Kids in the neighboring campsites were very noisy this morning, long before any decent hour when they should have been. It is the weekend, and the weekend warriors are here with their outdoor home entertainment centers. One family bested the guy with the DVD player on the picnic table; they had an entire home entertainment center mounted to the side of their RV. Ah, well, if this were a contemporary novel with a second-rate author I would illustrate the opinions of the protagonist with comments about "quiet desperation"-- his own and everyone else's-- and mention the mixture of contempt and envy he has for his fellow campers.

Tea truly is civilizing.

( Rain, "Electric Fences", and a bear shits in the woods. )

Dialogue, with Kink.

At the Club last night: "Thank you. It's been a lovely evening. So different from the time I've been spending as a mom."

I said, "You're welcome. How different can it be, though? Both involve short attention spans, screaming and the occasional wiping up of bodily fluids."

Thank you, I'll be here all night. Tip your waitress. Try the scallops, they're faaaabulous!