Monday morning, November 7th
The wind is back, capricious and cold. Only dog people are out in our campground town. I’m glad I have on my winter coat with hood. Bridget and Spike trot alongside me. No dawdling this morning! Once our campsite comes back into view, the crew breaks into a run, pulling me along behind. They hop up the steps as soon as I open the door.
Our home is warm and cozy.
The electric heater set on “low” keeps it toasty. I put out breakfast for the crew. Then I set up the percolator to make some coffee.
By the time I’m on the bed with the quilt over my legs, enjoying my coffee and chocolate-covered “nutrition” bar, the crew is deep into morning naptime.
Their bodies are warm against me.
I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t HAVE to go anywhere. I reach for my laptop. The morning flies by as I write and receive emails, reply to comments, follow links, and read the blogs of other vagabonds.
Monday afternoon and evening, November 7th
Feeling the need to do something tangibly productive, I sweep the floor of my entire house. That job takes about two minutes. You see, every morning and every evening, Spike insists on tipping the food dish with his paw so kibble spills out onto the floor. Bridget sits and waits while he does this. Then they eat the kibble off the floor. What a pair of nutcakes! So I have to sweep often. Such a burden. I’m so glad I ordered vinyl flooring for my Casita.
My Kindle broke!
I tell the young woman on the phone that it isn’t physically broken, but the screen shows two different pages at the same time, and it’s frozen that way. She tells me to try holding the power button on for twenty seconds. I do that, and it doesn’t help. Then she offers to send me a new Kindle! I accept, of course, and promise to send the broken one back. This is very nice.
I’ve had my Kindle for almost a year already.
Not only will I get a new one, it will arrive with my library of books and games already loaded on it. One of the first things I’m going to do when it arrives is find the books of authors recommended by readers of this blog . . . J.A. Jance, J. Michael Orenduff, Mary Kidder Rak, Joanna Brady, Gary Hansen, and some more by Tony Hillerman.
Bridget and Spike do their very best all day to limit trips outside.
Thanks, Crew. I appreciate that.
So we’re entirely off our schedule. Usually we end the daylight hours with The Last Potty Break Of The Day.
Today nightfall creeps in and we take no notice. The crew is under covers and I’m straining to figure out why Alec Baldwin is in 30 Rock on tv.
Nature calls Spike first.
He barks insistently at the door. I gear up the crew, put on my bulky, cold-weather coat with hood, stuff some blue, doggie-poop bags in my pocket, and open the door. Out we go. Oh, a full moon and stars. A blast of cold wind helps the project along. Spike lifts his leg on the first bush we meet. Bridget follows suit, in her own way. Okay. I’ll give them about two minutes to do anything more, then we’re heading back in.
It’s chicken noodle soup and a turkey sandwich for supper.
I wonder about the winter months ahead. Should we stay in New Mexico? Should we go to some place like Yuma or Quartzite in Arizona? Will we still be happy when the crew and I are confined to this small space on several cold, wintry days?
I’m confident it’ll all work out.
One thing I know for sure, right now, here in New Mexico, I’m enjoying every day, no matter the weather outside. I think I’ll make a cup of hot chocolate.