Old Diary

At Six’s and Seven’s

i have days like thisEver have one of those days when you just aren’t yourself?  Even a perpetually happy guy like me has them too.  Fortunately, not too often.  Sometimes it’s not a matter of feeling well, or ill, nor of being sore from the previous day’s activity;  sometimes you just wake up out of sorts.  The thing is — I’ve come to accept that those days are OK.  You don’t have to be cheery every day.  You don’t have to feel well, every day. It’s nice when it happens, but I don’t have to treat the rest of the world any differently than if I was on top of the world.

IMG_2256Today’s one of those days that I need my Element of Surprise.  It’s there somewhere — I just have to find it.

It’s Tuesday, hence our day off.  Which merits a comment.  While we could just take off and actually have a “day off,”  so far we aren’t exatly doing that.  There are parts of me that look at this as being a lot like living a dairy farmer’s life.  Holidays come and holidays go, but the cows still need milking.  And that’s kind of how I feel here.  The daily report arrives in the morning;  we take an hour or so to go through our machinations, and then to walk out into the campground and post the new cards,  and later in the day we’ll take one or two ride throughs — and the rest of the day we spend on ourselves.  But we still take care of our ‘chores’ first.  No one says we have to — it’s just us. It just feels right.volunteering is the ultimate exercise

I awoke

after a lifetime as an early riser — I can sympathize with Leonardo. Seems like I spent half my youth waiting for the rest of the world to wake up.

We had rain last night.  We have no phone service or Interwebs today.  Not sure how long that will take to reconcile.  It’s happened before but in the past both of those lines came back a couple hours after they went out.  Not sure what will happen this time.  Though, I have reported it this time.

Tomorrow is go-to-the-dentist day.  argh.   not looking forward to that at all.  A recently shattered molar can’t be a good thing and with a new dentist — just yuck. The only good thing is that tomorrow may turn out to be a reconnoitering day in advance of determining the pathway to the solution.


Ok — That’s it for today.  I’m not going to ramble on saying nothing.  Thanks for stopping by, and I’ll chat with you tomorrow when, hopefully, I’ll have something more interesting to say.