Ahhh, first day vacay. All optimism. Wandering about, no direction. Still feeling like you have something to do but can’t figure out exactly what it is. Well, I have nothing to do. Good thing I brought Emily, she creates chores like nobody’s business.
Today we will have a few retail chores. Always some supplies to gather, places to stop. It’s 92 with about equal humidity and the AC in the Twinnie mobile (our car, luxe 86 Buick wagon) needs Freon. So no respite from the heat on our cruise across Madison and Skowhegan. We just sweat for cooling, like the pioneers.
Stopped at Quinn’s, the hardware store, for window shades. First tug, shade stayed down. Broke. Second window, pulled down, fell off. Good news. We are in Maine and a new shade is 6$. Custom cut. And they think that’s precious.
Next to Dollar store. Mostly household and personal care crapola. Not special. Hey, it’s the $ store.
Retail trip would not be complete till we hit WallyWorld. It’s the catchall for the other two places. Just a few things, not much. And we are off. Finally.
We went to Hank and Beth’s, the in-laws. They weren’t home. Losers. Turns out they were down at a friends place, Breezy Acres Motel, 1/4 mile up the road doing a yard sale. They combined forces to sell a little crap. So, we spent the next four hours sitting on the porch watching Maine drive by on the two lane interstate at the end of the driveway. With the occasional shopper, and sometimes several. They did sell a lot. Dennis, of Breezy Acre fame, sold his used quad for $1000. I did not know anything could be that expensive in Maine. Or that anyone would spend that much. Cool.
It’s gonna rain and thunder tomorrow. We closed up at five, and gathered all the treasure? and tarped it all to keep out water. We did a fine job and now we will see if it rains. But we are ready.
After 4 hours in the humidity we were all melted. Went to the in-laws and sat. Had a drink. I suggested going out to dinner, it’s 630. No one would pull the trigger on that. I suggested take out. Same response. Christ. Beth says what would you get? I responded, anything, I will go to the gas station up the road and get fried chicken! Anything. Well, that worked. They sent me for the chicken while they made the rest of dinner. The chicken place is close, but when I got back dinner was almost ready. They chopped up the chicken and threw it on the salad and some pasta. I hate pasta. I like meat in salad. I noted Hank did not eat his noodles either. I am not an outlier.
After dinner, we noted we still had travel hangover so we went back to our camp. Emily wanted to stop at Gifford’s (world famous local ice cream) for dessert. I would have kept going. So she got an overly sweet caramel frappe, me a lemon ice (new). Then we got to go home.
I know you think we have a very exciting life. We do. But, tonight, brush teeth and collapse. In bed. I’m thrilled.