It’s Friday going into a holiday weekend. Woo hoo! I woke up early, packed up some of the dogs and Paul drove us to his work. I worked in the front room with some dogs until he was done with work and we traveled up to camp. The ride was full of bumpy NY roads, Paul’s foul language about other drivers and some frustration of people, doing people things littered the air. We arrived to camp and Paul backed into our pad. The truck ended up getting stuck and sinking about 3 ft deep. As Paul verbally processed the situation, I allocated the dogs and myself to a safe space. Finally things were situated, leveled, and put in their place for the summer. Paul and I shared a large sandwich that we got for dinner. We sat around the fire as some shore friends came over to say hello. The gang is back. I really enjoy the sense of community! Tomorrow we will say hello to those that we didn’t get a chance to visit with today! Jiminy fell asleep by the fire. Pure bliss!
I am Typhoid Mary! I have a cold from traveling. All the people that sneezed and coughed into the air embedded their germs on me. Now no one wants to be around me at our house. Ethan is understandable. I am staying away from him, excessively washing my hands, wiping down knobs, drawers and handles with Lysol… Paul and I have been sleeping apart the past few nights to have him avoid me as much as possible. Now Paul doesn’t want me in the same car. Boo hoo for me. The dogs don’t care that I am coughing and snotty. I have graduated from Kleenex to a roll of toilet paper to blow my nose. It lasts longer. Luckily we have soft toilet paper. I am gross! 😷 I took the dogs to get their dentals. I pulled into the parking lot and parked. Another car pulled in shortly after and parked perpendicular to me. The driver pulled in to their spot. They backed up to try to fix their lousy parking job. BAM! Backed right into my car. Luckily, my car is in hospice. It only has about another...