Reg and I see our first snake of the year.
We’re walking the full length of the mesa when he crosses our path. The critter moves quickly, not giving me time to examine him for identification. He’s very skinny, about three feet long, gray-brown with a black stripe. Probably harmless. Not interested in hanging around us, he races for cover under a nearby bush.
I don’t have a pic of the snake, but I do have one of the bush. The blossoms are a bit beat up from the recent hail.
Yeah, we had hail.
Never a dull moment, weather-wise, when camped on a mesa! The changes are rapid and dramatic, interspersed with calm, sunny, warm days during which one can lounge around in shorts and sandals. The lull prepares you for the next round.
The last two days and nights we’ve had wind.
Big, noisy wind.
“Reg, we can’t stay holed up inside all day, rocking in the wind. I bet it isn’t as windy in town.” Hmm . . . I could return these books and DVDs, pick up a rotisserie chicken . . . “Maybe you could find someone to play with at the park. How’s that sound?”
Reggie hasn’t learned the work “park” yet, but he does recognize the implications of me picking up his harness. I’ve learned not to use the word often. (Spike not only learned “park,” he could spell it.)
Later . . . .
We stop at the library.
A program for children is in full swing and the library sounds like Chuck E. Cheese. I drop my stack of books and DVDs and run.
After the park and Family Dollar, I sprint inside Lin’s Grocery to grab a hot chicken.
I dash over to the warming table and . . . horrors! . . . no chickens!
I’ll get to the bottom of this.
I zoom over to the deli. The deli man explains why there are no chickens on the warming table.
“The oven only cooks 8 chickens at a time,” he says. “As soon as they’re put out for sale, they’re gone.”
The little oven cannot keep up with the demand!
On the return to camp, I recover from my disappointment. I commence ruminating on the rotisserie-chicken-scarcity scenario.
Hmm . . . There must be a way to provide this tasty, convenient food staple in enough supply.
That’s when it appears . . .
I share this fantastic idea for the first time, right here, right on this blog!
What if you could buy rotisserie chickens at a drive-through? After a hard day at work (or in the lounger), one could order one’s chicken from one’s car, pay-and-grab at the pick-up window. There would be a constant, never interrupted supply!
I imagine myself driving away in the PTV, a fist upraised out the open window and shouting:
“As God is my witness, I’ll never be without rotisserie chicken again!”
Oh, I almost forgot . . .
Yep, the deli man sent me off with “Have a good one!”
Well, nice to know one can depend on a cheery Overton send-off.
We return to camp.
The wind on the mesa is unbelievable! Blustery only begins to describe it. The Best Little Trailer, in all her fiberglass eggnificance, is buffeted mercilessly from all directions. Her shell holds.
I haven’t experienced this kind of wind in many years. The blue mat rises and falls like a trampoline. Amazingly the stakes hold the corners.
Inside with a cup of hot tea . . .
I examine my purchases from Family Dollar.
A pack of underwear. Cheaply made, but they’ll do in a pinch.
You see, there’s no laundromat around here and these undies buy me more time.
A cheapo microfiber throw for Reggie. Pretty as can be but that probably won’t last. Oh well . . .
It brightens our home and Reggie looks good in it.
“You’re sleepy, sweetheart. Boy, you gave that big, black dog a work-out today. . . . Aw, don’t worry about the wind . . . ”
The wind whistles and howls and rocks our home with its energy.
I settle in with my tea and book.
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