May 14, 2015

So quickly came the morning, so slowly did I respond, despite knowing Today Was The Day.   Once I was up, though, I started running at a hundred miles an hour.  It was nuts.  The good thing is that the bus was here, but I was so behind by here late arrival yesterday,  it’s like getting on the freeway 5 minutes too late on a Monday morning.  The boy was like a sloth.  He was all too willing to help (I think), but by the time he would have gotten around to it, Maggie or I could have done it twice.  He’s always been somewhat sloth-like.  I blame it on puberty, which means he’s been in puberty since he was born.  

For the first time ever (on my watch) the kids were tardy.  I walked them in just in time to hear the lady behind the desk (who isn’t the warmest of people) ask:  “WHY are you LATE?”  I answered (with a steely gaze) “It’s BECAUSE of ME>”  Humph.  In YOUR face, lady!  I got on the road.  Happily.  With joy.  Often times I passed the Porsche, the Corvette.  I zipped back and forth like a happy kid, Miami Vice driving style.  It was good.  I Chevron with Techron-ed the whole way (not risking another empty tank)and at my last stop, a super hot dude in a super nice Volvo was talking to me and smiling and wow.  THAT was rad, but I could barely hear a word he said, since Lizzie is rather loud. It’s ok.  I caught his vibe.  

Off I zoomed, again.  I pulled into Fernwood, a lovely soft rain going.  I got signed in and parked…Cheri was here, a few others…and this soft gently rain, which reminds me of Austria.  Oh, how I miss that land.  Still, I’m at the next best place – Hipnic.

The day passed.  John Chapman came over and we had a long talk about VWs and car dreams, then Anne and Conrad, with sweet Mr. T, were here and helped me set up the awning.  I cannot read instruction for the life of me.  Anne, however, read it like a baby board book, Conrad came to me to help me with the man muscle part (as much as I hate to admit it, I do not have the upper body strength men do).  Mike Curry helped us reposition the bus as I moved it to hook up to Shore Power (!) My little island campsite was looking nice as it awaited the others.  Anne and Conrad invited me to dinner with them at their tent cabin, so I brought some salad and dressing and we had a lovely evening together as Conrad played guitar and Anne sang along.  I.Must.Learn.Guitar.  We also had funny conversations which made me laugh hysterically (re: a possible way to handle Green Peace folks in SC – “I’m Japanese, we eat whales!”).

Back at my cozy little Lizzie, I was in bed, reading, relaxing…so excited for the next day.

 

Pictures:  And after dropping kids at school, I'm off; A rainy Big Sur day; Empty Site 9...for just 12 more hours; The bridge to HipNic; The Albino Red Wood (one of 7!!<joke>); My friends.