Saturday 18 August 2012
Avery wasn't too sure what to do with the mud and gravel that ended up on his hands after crawling around or after his many sudden transitions from standing to sitting.
And then we got to spend a short afternoon at the beach. Avery loves the water, absolutely loves it. And if he can take one of his favourite trucks with him, so much the better. He thinks there is nothing better than getting handfuls of pebbles and sand and filling up the truck with it. The thoughts of going to the beach and into the water with him, actually got me out to buy a bathing suit, something that hasn't happened in a large number of years. It wasn't a very warm day for this, though, so we didn't stay in the water too long, his poor little teeth were chattering.
The rest of this particular camping trip was not the best. It rained, a lot, which is really great for the farmers, and we badly needed it, so that isn't a complaint. And it gave me the opportunity to get some stocking sewing done, and a lot of reading.
Our camping neighbours, on the other hand, I will complain about. The first night we were there we were beside a group of 4 young people, but they settled down by midnight, so I thought we'd be OK. Not so.............. this particular group knew the timing and the schedule of the park wardens. So, when the park wardens left at 2 AM, the noise and the ruckus and the bottles and the drinking and the foul language began. They exhausted themselves, or passed out, I'm not sure which, by 3 AM. Needless to say, I was furious by this time, and even once they settled down, I couldn't. And, of course, Scott didn't hear a thing. A guess there is a small good side to his hearing loss. These people left the next day, so I breathed a huge sigh of relief. However.......... they were replaced with a couple who owned 2 dogs, who barked at every sound, every squirrel, every car that drove by and every person that walked by their campsite, or moved around on their own campsite that bordered theirs. And their owners did NOTHING to stop the non stop barking. When the owners left their campsite, they locked the dogs in the trailer, where the dogs then barked non stop until the owners came back. Can we all say grrrrrrrr............. It wasn't the dogs' fault........ why do people get them if they aren't going to do anything with them??? This was the first time in a very long time when I was actually looking forward to getting home.
Anyway, that's all the news for now, and it is time for me to think about getting ready for work.