Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. -- Mark Twain.

04 September 2005

on this wet wet wet day

We have put up a screen tent so we have a lot more room. The camp ground owner dropped a little sand on the corner of our site: I don't think it will be enough to make a difference when it rains, but we now have our own little patch of beach for the kids to play in. We are starting to get into the swing of camping, I think. The worst day was last Thursday when I thought I would have a nervous breakdown, but I suspect it was 50% PMS.

David and Arthur are using their radios to make some new friends. There are plenty of kids around. Since it is Sunday night the campground is a little quieter than it was last Friday. I need to do laundry, but I might wait until tomorrow on the ground.

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monday
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up early at the sound of thunder. Tom had to scurry out and move stuff off the floor of our screen tent and close windows. Don't know how water-resistant it will be and we never did get additional sand to prevent flooding. He puts up "rain roof". Oliver nursing & I can't find a pacifier, so I can't help. Hope for the best.

He's off at 6 for work. My first day here without a car and I have more trepidation now than yesterday when I suggested him taking the car, and the weather was more pleasant. As soon as Oliver is sleeping without me, I check outside for anything Tom missed. Find radio on floor of screen tent: I think he must expect it to protect contnets. I treat like our garrage at home: anything not encased in a plastic box goes up on the picnic table. We have a massive leak between the pop-up awning and screen tent: Starting to fill with water. Hopefully closing the center doors will hold off flooding if it happens. I worry because there was a round of thunder earlier, suggesting huge rainstorm. Maybe Delaware weather not like Texas weather, and we won't get flooded every time it rains. I put the kettle on for tea: I don't know when kids will wake up and tea is quicker, and anyway this is tea weather. Aside from flooding (and the question of how the bloody hell are we going to get our laundry done now) I quite like this weather. I make my cup of tea and go back inside: thankfully kids are asleep (it's not 7am yet, so no surprise). Thank the gods for a laptop I can work on without fears of power surge. I don't have much battery left though, so I hope the storm doesn't pound on all morning. I want to shut off the A/C but don't because any climate change might rouse the kids. This morning I'm a bit fragile and I can use the extra quiet time. Tempted to use remaining battery power to play computer game rather than responsibly trying to write. Should also do taxes. Remember David is expecting to have computer privileges restored today, so will have to battle him for time. Want to start school again today: if rain subsides we can do it out in screen tent, but if not we can still do it in here. Screen tent was mainly supposed to give us bug-free place to eat, and dry place to store clothes. Stirring indicates David getting up. Not sure how he will handle having to go to bathroom in rain. But we do have porta-potty. Remind Tom tonight that he volunteered to empty porta-potty. Yuck. Remember I need to find internet connection to send JSFirm post for Tom. South America would be great even if I can't go. Morocco would also be exciting if scary without Tom. Canada would be better. Someone is crying: Oliver. Bye.
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Mid-morning sees us watching Mousehunt on the Rec Room TV. We have a load of laundry going, with many more to come. I bought a roll of quarters for $10: I hope we have a few left over. Camping out, the weather matters much more from day to day.

1 Comments:

Blogger contrail said...

reading my own post its amusing how I start speaking British at the mention of rain and tea. Sorry, it was unintentional LOL

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