Wednesday, July 11, 2012
#100. or, report from the picnic table
So, we're at the lake. We've been here since Sunday evening. It was supposed to be Sunday afternoon but true to form, we didn't get gone until about four hours after we had originally planned. It's OK though, we're here and that's all that matters.
The weather has been exceptionally awesome, 30 degrees Celsius and above every day so far. My tan has progressed from ending at the bottom of my t-shirt sleeves, to full arms of my sleeveless shirt, to a life jacket shaped vest of white on my torso. Technically, it isn't a life jacket. Personal Floatation Device (PFD) is the term. They used life jackets on the Titanic. Anyways, it's been really nice weather and I can't actually take off any more clothes without making more of a spectacle of myself.
We have some interesting neighbours in our campground. From the picnic table where I'm typing this, I can look across and see the family with the young kids and the dog. They spend a good deal of time yelling at each other but it's still pretty early so that hasn't started yet. They camp in a tent so I figure that probably makes the parents about 25% bitchy, right off the bat. They also have a dog. About 10:00 they're going to pack up and head to the lake, leaving the dog behind and it's going to bark for 45 minutes. I have that to look forward to yet this morning.
Directly behind us is the older couple in the motor home who we never see together. The wife spends a good deal of time sitting under the awning reading, which isn't a bad thing at all. They just never come outside at the same time. One comes out, the other goes in. Except at night I think? I mean they came together, I think the can be inside together, just not outside.
Directly to my right, there's the campsite filled with people under 25. There's nothing wrong with them. They seem to be polite campers. The odd thing is, they pull a huge boat with a Lincoln Navigator, there's a Hummer in the site, great big trailer, and at least 2 sports cars. I think they might be drug dealers?
Across the road and slightly up is the family with the feral children. When they arrived yesterday, the kids started out having nerf sword duels. That quickly turned into full on Jedi, light-saber battles, with them whacking at each other with 4 foot sticks. Just before dark last night, I had noticed they had stepped it up to hurling Poplar tree javelins at each other. I'm not expecting them to go home with all the children they brought along.
Somewhere, across the loop we're staying in, is "listen-to-how-much-bass-my-truck-sound-system-has-guy". I haven't really seen him but about 7:00 every night, it gets cranked up enough to vibrate our picnic table. Now, I can appreciate any type of music and I certainly know the value of a good sound system. I just think he might get more bang for his bass if he played something other that Johnny Cash's, A boy named Sue.
Some random creepy dude just wandered through with grease stained shorts made from cut-off sweat pants and untied work boots talking to himself. He's new!
Right on cue, the family with the kids have struck up a new session of yelling at each other. They seem to be in fine form this morning. I can hear some clanking and I suspect the feral children may have found some metal poles to beat each other with today.
It's oatmeal for breakfast this morning so I better get some water going for that. We're heading back to the lake this afternoon and there's a whole 'nother group of interesting people hanging out there. I'll most likely report back on that.
..........I wonder what all these people think about my family?