Rained so hard the day I left... All night long, everything is wet outside of these cloth walls. I walked to the shower house with tiny streams rolling beside me. Even more coming back. I will need to go back for grooming later, but I am hoping you'll show me a piece of blue sky first.
You did! I went to the docks and back. I am now sorting stuff. Some I will load onto the raft when it comes, the rest I will store in the house basement in Wytheville. Stopping that now because it is raining again. Found that several strings of my seeds ans seed pod jewelry had started to mold. Guess, I'll be using plastic and wood only on the rest of the trip.
The rain stopped just long enough to cook lunch. It took a lot of scurrying through the woods to find enough dry kindling, tipping rotting logs and rubbing sloughing bark. Twice gusting wind shook my sheltering oats to rain big droplets on the barely started fire. Poof and start over. But it did get done.
Jamie is coming to get me maybe? I have most of my equipment sorted, but I have had no text of call from her about when she can come here. Most of the time, today, I have had only one reception bar on my cellphone. Oh, well.
Jammie called at five and said she would be here at 6pm. I recon I can sleep on my memory foam mattress tonight. When she came I loaded two totes of clothes and papers into her pickup. There is also a bag of laundry. She told me that she had forgotten about getting me until after her second job. She told me that Lorrie and Mike were on their way home from Puerto Rico. They had an exciting trip.
We unloaded my stuff at the basement door and Jammie said she could not come in. I dried the white quilt which had bee dripped on and started doing my laundry. I fried sliced potatoes for supper.
Mike and Lorrie made it home at 9pm. They were tired, from too many activities and had not rested on the cruise. Still, they were sun-kissed. They went right to bed, they must work on Monday.
Night, daddy.
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