Paul called and asked if I wanted to do a kayaking outing in Westerly RI on Friday, he would get out of work early and we would take a supper...well, of course I wanted to do that but I've already put that time aside for the bug guy. Well, I thought, lets see if I can change it. One quick call, the bug guy was not averse to rescheduling and we set a time for the following Tuesday at 9 AM.
Meanwhile, I've been trying to get Sean over here to help with some muscle-work but he sleeps most the day and the chunk of time it would take me to pick him up and bring him back almost leaves nothing for the work. So I came up with the idea that I would pick him up on his day off and he could spend the night, and Ashlee could come too. I thought this week would work for that plan until I remembered that the bug guy was coming on Tuesday morning, and I had plans to head to Clinton on Wednesday to stay that night and all day Thursday with my niece while my brother and sister-in-law take the other niece to college. (Big Happenings). Not wanting to be caught in a crunch of deadlines I canceled Sean and Ashlee until next week.
Yesterday morning, the bug guy called and asked if he could reschedule. (he called after the time he was supposed to arrive). It would make his schedule easier if he could come at around 5. Which was okay...Voluntown is pretty out of the way from everywhere, so I figured with him on the road all day he would want to expedite his calls. It's not like anyone stops in Voluntown on their way to somewhere else.
I was disappointed. It was too late to call Sean to spend the day, but it was the quintessential perfect day for working outside, especially heavy work. (splitting and stacking wood) If he had planned to come he would have gone to bed a tad earlier the night before, so I could have picked him up earlier, but I know he was up most the night in keeping with his schedule and there was no way he'd be able to be up and working by 10 AM. So I lost out on that opportunity.
And the bug guy never did show that afternoon at 5 either. Well, whatryougonnado.
Paul called and said he would be working late, so yesterday afternoon I headed into town to get a grinder for supper at Sunny's. They make banging grinders. The road was closed. Not uncommon around here when there is an accident. And they don't tell you how to find your way around the closed road, just go a different way, which easily could find you crossing a state border somewhere. Emergency workers directed me to take a left. Nice road, hadn't been down that one in years. After about two miles I turned right, onto 138 and followed until it intersected 165, the road I had been on originally, the only one into town from where I live. That detour wasn't the worst I had ever explored. The fork was blocked, allowing nobody going the opposite direction on 165 towards my house, and directing traffic the opposite direction from which I had just come. So they had blocked off a hefty portion of 165 - at least a mile.
The road was still blocked when I returned with my grinders, and this time I noticed a lonely yellow motorcycle helmet sitting in the middle of the road just beyond the barriers. Ugh.
On the beach yesterday, around noon, I saw a raccoon. A good sized masked bandit, just ambling along the neighbors shoreline, headed toward me on my beach. Plop, he jumps in the water, the spot where the dead catfish was, and swishes around for a few minutes, then takes off swimming.
He wasn't riled at my presence at all, as if he didn't even know I was there, and I had never seen a raccoon swim before, but he looked quite comfortable in the water. He swam under the neighbor's dock and I didn't see him after that. I hope he is not sick, he didn't appear so, but they don't readily come out in the day. Maybe he was coming home after a late night party. I hope he stays down there and not up here, he could easily tear up any one of my three little pets.
So today I'll head up the pike to Scott's house, enjoy visiting with the family until they take Haley to school. It'll just be me and Amanda for the day tomorrow. I'm a little nervous - Amanda is a hefty 17 year old with severely limited capabilities. Hope all goes well.
Sincerely,
Elfscooter
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