It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. Well, he was earlier, and perhaps the old woman was as well. Only the old man would know. It is raining apour today here in St. Martins. We took a trip to Saint John so Jed and Granny could buy a TV for their RV, as theirs went on the blink the other day. A quick stop at Sobeys and we were on the way back. Should I do laundry, blog, read or do taxes? Hmm, let me see. It’s so busy here, it’s hard to know just what to do next.
Yesterday we had a few visitors on a beautiful, calm day. Basically sat all day long and visited with people. Rick and Patricia Green from Fredericton arrived in their Nissan Cube, an ever-so-neat vehicle. After they sped away, Kim & Angie arrived, a surprise to me, although Doug knew they were coming. They escaped from their families for the afternoon and evening. A pleasant surprise for me, and we immediately had a symposium. Haven’t had one since Bahamas (John & Laurie, David & Shelly, Cheryl & Allan, Carolyn & Brett, Max & Dale – looking forward to our August long weekend symposium!).
Kim, Angie and I went to Fiori’s restaurant on Main Street and after they donned large Mexican sombreros, and after Angie rearranged the whole outside dining room, we sat down to enjoy a lovely meal, although our attention was diverted several times to the happenings on the street (4-wheelers without helmets, people cycling on fold-up bikes, and an unusual sighting of an older woman with a bikini bra and jeans, which Deb tried frantically to capture on film). What is happening to St. Martins? We felt like we were on a strange TV show.
If you get a chance to come down to St Martins, make sure you take advantage of the many fine eating establishments here. Mr & Mrs Fiori are from Colorado and they have refurbished this old house into a fine restaurant and B&B. Angie especially liked eating the bowl with her meal, and Kim wished she had. After a trip back to the campground and a few brainteasers, we ventured up to Icecreamville for a few cones and bowls of ice cream. And more brain tests (a book I have acquired for keeping the brain active, although I’ve been too active to use it).
We said our good-byes and off they went to rejoin their broods. Doug fired up the campfire and we sat again for awhile, until Mom and I decided we had not played our daily Scrabble game in our tournament, so off to the trailer we trotted, minds all aglow with words. The game went quickly, and at 10 pm, we were finished. Score: Mom – 350. Moi – 301. A tie so far in the ‘tournie.’ I went back to the campfire to finish out the day.
Back to today: Waiting for the power to come back on, so I’m plugged in at Jed & Granny’s. Doug just hooked up their new TV and is loading more minutes on Gran’s phone. So much technology! Even when we’re trying to slow down, we’re still working on machines. Perhaps we should sell our vehicles, computers, phones and go to a deserted island.
Doug has now come up with another idea, Nat & Jon… to build a winter garage/house over TOP of the RV. He says we could travel all summer and park the RV inside this new garage and live in it all winter. He bought some graph paper today and has already drafted our new house for me to see. I just humor him, but it will no doubt come to pass. His other inventions have. When you have an inventor for a husband, you never live a boring life.
Granny and I had a Scrabble game -- #3, while waiting for our laundry to ‘laund’ at the l’il brown building here at Century Farms. There is something slightly soothing about waiting for your laundry to laund and playing a game of Scrabble while waiting. Could life get any slower? And drink a Jones cream soda while doing so (it tastes like cotton candy on a sunny day). Granny beat me bad – 345 to 264. Once again, I had mostly vowels. I know vowels are important, but that game was ridiculous! So, the tally is:
Granny – 2 games
Gram Deb – 1 game
Must get supper—corn and salad. I see Doug is graphing our new home.