I'm just about done!

12 Apr 19
19:00 hrs

     What the hell is wrong with these people who insist on eating supper late in the evening? I'm not saying that I have to eat at a specific time but anything after 1800 is bullshit.

14 Apr 19
10:00 hrs

     My Lobster has started brunch. I've been up for four hours already. In that time I have played World of Tanks and worked on my new book.

     As an update, all of our dining room chairs have now been recovered. It's a wacky pattern of material but it is not the industrial contractor beige that permeates the Wayward Inn.

     Yesterday saw the first of a whole bunch of realtor open house showings next door. We - my Better Half, the Jr. Couch Monkey and I - are done with trying to clean out that house. Since October we have been involved and now that the house is empty - after three dump runs, a half dozen trips to the local thrift shops, organizing the sale of furniture, et al - and now it is up to the family and the real estate pimps to handle the rest of the articles left behind.

      Last night the Onion taught us a new card game. It may have been lost in translation but the name of the game came out as Cod Piece. The Onion confirmed that this was the title but it was pronounced differently. Cod Piece is funnier.

15 Apr 19
22:00 hrs

     The mobile Wayward Inn has been certified for travel. All that is left for us to do is make the bed, stock the provisions and load the Ram. Friday morning we are out of here. I think I'll take my carving tools along as well. In fact a lot of stuff loaded for the this trip will probably remain in the Ram as I'll be needing it on the Road Trip next month. The only thing I won't toss in now are the coolers, the BAT and my sleeping bag.

     I found my second Halon 1211 firex. I can't find the mount for it but it does fit nicely in a cup holder in the rear seat. I would prefer the proper mount but this will have to do.

     Last night we went out diiner to support a local school - fundraiser - to send their students to the BC Couch Monkey festival. The students performed five songs from their repertoire. They were not vocal songs but percussion instrumental pieces banged out on various sizes of commercial containers from garbage cans to shop pots. My Lobster calls it Tub Thumping.

     I think I have a broken toe. I'm blaming it on the Jr. Couch Monkey but I think it's a case of me hitting him. Its black/ blue and it hurts a lot.