A Hot Day at Why
I’m sure it was very early when I first started stirring around. How early I can’t say. My mind was still blurred and foggy. But I do know it was dark, so it could have been just anytime during night. But then things changed. And “by thing” I mean that Molly made a familiar sound and then somebody started to ring in the day. That “somebody” was me, apparently, cause I couldn’t figure out anybody else. In fact the dark vanished and light was growing.
Alright, you are about to find the next blog, so I better hurry up.
Another half of a month is gone, and just to remind me of it the phone rang. I hadn’t even had my breakfast yet. Gotta be from the East I mumbled. And from the East it was. That is if you consider Europe to be in the East. My dear wife was telling me that she wouldn’t be home today so I shouldn’t even think of making a call!!?? But we were having a conversation right now or what?
Ok, it became a short one as Bea didn’t want to incur a whole truck load of money being due on her mother’s monthly bill. After all she had just called a Canadian Cell phone in the U.S. from Germany! Go figure that for a change! I’m sure that is gonna be a phone company’s delight of a legal rip-off!
Besides, I needed to get on with my day. Breakfast is a lonely affair these days, mind you Molly is having her usual sit-in at the base of the table. Those big brown eyes…..Geez!
Spend the first part of a hot afternoon in a chair in the shade with a nice breeze around the rig. Wonderful!
At 2pm I see a Class C rig pulling in. PEI-Bob has arrived. Yes, we call him that as usually there are too many Bobs around to keep track of them. I go greet the fellow and I am surprised he has a lady onboard. Barb, that’s her name, turns out to be a PEI-gal who has flown in to Phoenix the other night. For all Americans reading this, “PEI” is the abbreviation for “Prince Edward Island”, one of the Atlantic Provinces of Canada. Since Barb has never been in the desert before and just escaped a snow storm up North (yukk) the desert sun has already burned her skin.
I invite them over for coffee and ice cream, and later having supper with me. For that occasion I indulge in making a potato salad and BBQing sausages.
Barb is in heaven, and she praises my potato salad as the best she’s ever eaten. Now what? I offer her the recipe. What, you want that too? Alright, here goes: