We are in the Village of St. Martins, southern New Brunswick, at Century Farm Campground, one of our favorite places to be. This is Day #2. Day #1 was a gorgeous day, not too hot, not too cold. A few visitors in the afternoon – Almira, Brenda, her son Connor and Nurse Cherry. They brought Almira here to surprise her, out from a day pass from Saint John Regional Hospital. A bit of a break in her chemotherapy regime. They had a rather short visit, with Brenda, Connor and Cherry driving to Sussex to pick up daughter Katie. In order to get more time with Almira, I drove her to Sussex to meet up with them there. We had a good chat about going through cancer treatment. Not fun, for sure, but I reminded her that I made it through, by the grace of God, and that she will to.
We had a very small and short campfire last evening, after picking up a few pieces of driftwood from the beach. Doug and I decided to watch a movie about 10 pm. He watched it and I watched the inside of my eyelids. About midnight I awoke and rewound the movie a tad to see how it ended, and then ended up trying to get to sleep by 2 AM.
Day #2 – Saturday (is it really Saturday? I’m on vacation and already don’t know what day it is). I got up at 6 to look at the horizon and went back to bed. At 9:30 I decided to crawl out of bed and over to the couch to read the book I found in the rec room. It won the 2005 Governor General’s Award for translation into English. I’ll let you know the title of it after I decide if it’s a good book or not. That way, you’ll be wondering to yourself, “Whatever could she be reading now?” It’s strange for me to read fiction, although last week I started a book about a city Mennonite living in a country Mennonite setting. Last year during chemo, I read a trilogy of Amish books. I just gave Mom a book for her birthday about a Shaker woman. She says it’s OK. For me to settle down and read is a miracle. To keep me settled down and doing nothing is a miracle, too.
This morning Doug and I went for a walk to look at clotheslines on RVs, to see how he will invent one for our rig. Talk about a slow day and slowing down! Then we went up to the excitement here in the park –a pair of baby owls sitting in a tree, told by their mother to stay there the day while she went shopping or something. I got some pictures and will post them when I figure out how.
Mom and I started our first game of Scrabble this afternoon, outside at the picnic table, with the wind howling around us. I wrapped up in a blanket and Mom in her ‘shirt,’ and Dad fishing in the pond. Jed brings home the fish for Granny to fry up in a pan. We played Scrabble for a couple of hours, both determined to beat the other. We have a goal of one game per day, with the winner buying something for the other by the end of the tournament. The Scrabble Challenge. Already had three RV neighbours come over to see the game. We had a bit of a struggle trying to play in the upper hemisphere of the board, however, and ended up with many consonant tiles left over that we had to deduct (I was left with the Q). Mom played “Pood,” (A Russian weight), which totally messed up the board. Anyway, Game #1 winner – MOI at 280 pts; Granny at 266. YES! I beat her. I’m not competitive.
Doug has been shining his chrome all afternoon on his Peterbilt truck, which hauls this home on wheels. I just spent half an hour talking with retired U.S. military RVers about their lives, Paige organs and dogs. They are part of a traveling caravan called SMART, and these retired military personnel and spouses travel all around North America. They are currently on a Maritime tour. Lana and Larry have been RVing for five years and have no fixed address. Hmmm, they may have something there. Sounds nomadic to me. Reminds me a bit of the book I’m reading. Let you know about that later if I remember. I will recommend it to you if it meets my ‘standards.’ Time will tell.
Well, must go and slice some strawberries and prepare the evening meal. Very busy here. Hard to find time to write. Happy Trails
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