May 10th Journal Entry

It is Tuesday and I have no idea where one day disappeared. My phone calendar claims Tuesday should be the 10th of May. Good morning Lord. The day promises to be filled with adventure. Dew on the ground and chocolate bar wrapping paper spread under and around the picnic table. here at site C-11 the blackbirds and ravens like chocolate. They pecked into my plastic bag and took out my one and only candy bar. They ate it without a thank you or a by your leave. They did not even clean up the wrappings.
I picked up and started my fire with the wrapping for fire starter. I cooked up a can of oatmeal. I suppose I need to walk to a store in Dublin later. The map shows it to be just shy of 4 miles. The hike will firm my thighs and help me to grow curvy and svelte.
I found a Geo-treasure capsule stashed in a tree that has three joining trucks next to this site. I added a cigarette lighter and a note about this journey. Walked to the visitors' center and then back here to do laundry in the shower. Step and stomp while shampooing my hair and I have a double use of the soap and water. My cable knit sweater is drying on the table, properly blocked at site C-12.  I chose this site for its shade, rain and wind shelter. That one has sunshine and a breeze.
I could go down to the lake as there is a breeze and I could try sailing, but I would rather walk into town. No, I think I will wait until morning. Trees need to be stripped of squaw wood for fire tinder. There appears to be another storm coming.
I have been picking up mostly dry branches and breaking dry dead ones off of trees. I wandered over to campground A, no one is at B. A is closed but the hosts Don and Lynne Carpenter are in site A-1. They have been in retirement for two whole weeks.
They have four children and seven grandchildren, with another due in June. Lynne leave in the morning for the Carolinas to pick up two of her grandchildren. The youngsters are 8 and 4. Don worked for the Navy and is a military brat grown after being in eleven schools in twelve years.
As I flipped my drying sweater over on the C-1 table some of the conservation workers came to cut down a dead and leaning tree a short distance away. I asked if I could pick up some of the dead branches after the tree fell. In a short while they brought over some logs cut to firewood size. We talked about the troubles in Africa.
I pointed out that the people there were like our pioneers with automatic weapons, and that we were not civilized enough ourselves to criticize their actions. I said that only a hundred years ago here bride price  in the form of a dowry was common. Henry, my son-in-law's, grandfather offered me hundreds of goats when Henry proposed to Heather. We should be patient and not upset and angry when we don't see life the same way. it is not our place to judge others by our standards.
I have enough oatmeal for today and the morning, so I will have to walk to a store in the morning after the rain. Most of the clothes I washed have dried, so it is time to fold them. Maybe when I get back from Dublin, I can go sailing. But right now, I will get the kindling, wood and my books under cover. The sky is rumbling as if it had eaten a plateful of garlic sauce. I will go over to the shower house for a jug of fresh water and call it a day. Thank you, Daddy.