by Phyllis McCrossin
Today marks day five in sunny California. We are getting ready to move to our new campground Friday.
In the meantime, we have been moving slow, taking naps, and puttering. King has been making some repairs or improvements on the trailer and I broke out my small loom and have been making twined placemats. Since I have no need for a plethora of placements I may join them together and make a rug.
(Long pause)
I actually fired up my laptop today to rail against those people who are still posting memes on social media, still writing editorials about “libtards,” “socialists,” and the “biased media.” I’m tired of it, folks. Most of us are. Get over yourselves. Your (jolly fellow) won. Unless of course, you like to gloat, then go ahead. Your true colors are showing. We see who and how you are. But that’s all I’m going to say about it.
(Back to the boring stuff at hand)
In order to make rag rugs, rags (in this case, old sheets) have to be torn into strips. There is something quite satisfying about hearing material being ripped to shreds and then rolled into neat little balls of ripped-up former sheets. It’s cathartic.
It’s a warm and balmy day and I’m sitting in the trailer ripping to my little heart’s content. I imagine … never mind.
The doors and windows are open. The campground, which is actually quite urban, is in the flightpath for San Diego International Airport. We can watch the planes as they approach the runway and can identify them: Spirit, Southwest, Delta, American (no King, they are long gone), etc.
Petra is soaking up the rays. She will come inside tonight with a tummy pink with sunburn. Try as we might, we can’t convince her to rest in the shade or come inside. I’d say “she will learn,” but I don’t think dogs can reason things out.
She also has a love-hate relationship with a crow who comes and lands on a lightpost above our campsite. He taunts her (I guess that would actually make it a hate-hate relationship). He comes and looks down on her and caws. She jumps up and stares at him until he gets tired of tormenting her and flies away. I know when he is around because he’s not quite about his landing.
Saturday the boys will come after baseball practice and spend the night with us. We will bring them home Sunday and watch our first game of the season. In reality, I believe they have just three games left until winter break. The season (and new teams) starts up again in late February/early March.
Until next week….Keep showing us your true colors.
