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Saturday, 11 July 2015

Hazaaah! The Rain is here!

11:05 hrs.
11 Jul 15

     Yes, the rain is finally here. I don't know how long it will be staying around but at this point it doesn't frickin matter. The forest is so dry the leaves from the deciduous trees are dried up and starting to fall as if it was autumn. At last count there were 195 wild fires burning in the province. Most of them will be allowed to burn out on their own unless they are threatening some sort of infrastructure.

23:35 hrs.

     So, we three are back from Music Fest. When I say we three it includes Loin Fruit #2,  my BETTER HALF and yours truly.  The other Loin Fruit had worked the early shift today, up and gone to start at 05:30 hrs, so he spent his evening hunched over his keyboard. His loss as we heard some great music plus there is always the fun of people watching. And, as I have said before, living in the VALLEY is like living in a bowl of granola. What ain't fruits and nuts are flakes.

     Yes, the boys are gainfully employed. Oh, they are being payed quite handsomely and they are learning some good work ethics to boot. Maybe they'll apply them to life here at The WAYWARD INN. It sure would help.

     Speaking of the WAYWARD INN,  we are still expecting some guests over the summer. Our perennial student from Japan will arrive in just over a week and in August,  my "Brother from Another Mother" will be visiting for about a week. With all that is happening, all of the schedules have made the calendar look like a CFL play book. My LOBSTER has commented that this will be one of our busiest summers and yet we haven't gone anywhere. But things will settle down on school is back in session when our plan will be to hitch up the mobile WAYWARD INN and head out to someplace quiet.

08:00 hrs.
12 Jul 15

     My alarm went off at 04:30 but my BETTER HALF got up and drove Loin Fruit #1 into work. I had covered the three previous early morning shuttles. When they started their positions my LOBSTER had looked into the local transit system schedule. Not so much to get them to work at O-Dark 30 but more for the subsequent shifts. Forget it. It would be a waste of time. First off there are very few busses that are routed to the base and secondly the timings are out to lunch. They don't even match up with the hours of the DND employees and when you couple the transit routes, which are so squiggly that they look like they were drawn on a map by a three year old having a tantrum, is there any wonder why there are so few riders.

     There is a Facebook page in THE VALLEY called RANTS and Raves. Sort of an online Beefs and Bouquets. Sounds like something I dreamed up doesn't it? There is some useful information that is passed along but for the most part it is just a collection of uneducated people who are whining perpetually about everything around them. I try not to engage these people as who knows what a bit of realism might do to the gene pool.

     And speaking about the shallow end, I have noticed in my work travels that there is a part of the VALLEY that is looking more like it is inhabited by emigrants from Pennsylvania or Kentucky.  Like on Orange is the New Black, I'll  call them Pen-tuckians. If you've seen the show you'll know what I'm talking about. Unfortunately, I have to deal with these people on a regular basis. It's kinda scary but it's easy when you talk slowly with small words and relate everything to their environment.

  

    

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