Friday night is over, everyone is checked in and this morning is peaceful as I go about spreading water and good cheer to my many gardens. I had noted that a possibility of rain was in the forecast and I was intent on over watering to make that rain come down. I was considering washing my car and wondering if I actually had time before opening .....
Suddenly I hear a siren and the county sheriff's vehicle came flying in the exit drive and proceeded into the park with siren and lights. My heart sank. I was looking forward to a peaceful day. I dispatched HeWho likes to chase ambulances and rubberneck, to follow. I was almost certain they were at the wrong campground, as none of my spies had alerted me to any shenanigans afoot. The deputy flew right back out the wrong drive and headed towards the state park.
There was a stabbing at the state park. My park is peaceful again. No complaints thus far and I am due a good weekend! We are at capacity again and I have been emphasizing the speed limit at check-in and warning that if I have to tell you twice to slow it down you will be forced to leave with no refund forthcoming. My enforcer is out there and he might just be meaner than me!!
The ticks are out with a vengeance this year. I plucked the tiniest one I had ever seen from my armpit! I couldn't get my finger nail under it! I thought it was a hair follicle! It was itching, though. Now I am sport a huge red, hot to the touch bump that hurts and itches like crazy. Lyme disease? Looks like I might take a trip to my primary care giver for a nice blood draw.
In other news, I am searching for a homestead south of us. Not way south from my beginnings. Far too hot and sweaty for me. Looking at property with a mountain view and water close by for HeWho fancies himself to be a fisherman. I want cool breezes and dirt to play in and he complains constantly about cold weather. Come to think of it, he complains as much about the 100 degree weather we have been experiencing of late. He complains. No one listens, as he would assure you.
In my on-line searches I am amused at some of the pictures that are posted to show the properties. One would think you would want to present what you are selling in the best light possible. I sometimes wonder if they even look at the pictures before posting them. Individuals and those listed by realtors alike. Pull the waist high weeds and mow the grass! Get rid of all the junk in that waist high weedy area before you snap that shot. Inside pictures are no better on some of them. Pick your underwear up from the floor beside your bed and unclutter. It is hard to imagine oneself inside those walls when the furniture and belongings cover every square inch!
As we are about to list this with a broker, I have been using a critical eye at my own property. During this time of year it is all I can do to keep the kitchen in a somewhat sanitary state and clean sheets and clothes available. HeWho is a hoarder. He is loathe to toss anything. I have been quietly removing items from his closet for years, knowing he will never miss the stuff I am throwing away. He will put on jeans he wore when he was 80 lbs. heavier and cinch them at the waist with a belt. Drives me nuts and every time he does this I search his closet and drawers to see where they came from. He must have a secret stash of clothing that has outgrown him, but I have yet to find it.
He will wear these denim man culottes in public! I buy him clothes that fit and he will wear them to route sewer of do something involving nasty stains that cannot be removed. Why??