Began the day with a rush...woke up to a bright kitchen light on. Thought it was lightning... (I am terrified of lightning), my heart pounded in my chest about to explode. The children got ready for their day; Meg, up, dressed for work, got her own breakfast, packed lunches for everyone else, asked Dave for a lift to work and out the door they went.
Tristan was up next... bathroom, dressed for school, breakfast of champions, and asked me to read him the Boxcar Kids. Alyssa was still no where to be seen (reminds me of Catherine so much!!). After a couple of pages of reading, I went in search of Alyssa. She was dressed and just about ready to come out of her room for her breakfast.
She ate and then joined Tristan and me on the sofa for some story time before the bus came. Bampy (as they so lovingly call Dave) came home from dropping Meg off and we all went out to greet the bus. Many cars
flew past on their way to work-ville. One teacher at their school passes by and waves. Then we hear the low familiar rumble of the school bus. The children run across the street once it stops and flashes its beautiful reds at us. Tristan finds his seat immediately and sits down. Alyssa looks them over and tries to decide which one she wants. I wonder what her method is for choosing her place. What makes one seat more preferable than another? After about three minutes, she sits and the bus proceeds on its way with our precious cargo. By this time, there is a parade of about five cars that were probably wondering what the hang up was with this bus. Dave and I waved at the children as they left excited about their adventures today.The phone calls began coming in about our inquiries. Dave made some tough decisions: it was late last night when he made the inquiries, and one camper was in Warren that he called about. It turned out to be Warren, Massachusetts - not Warren, Me., so, no, we will not be looking at your camper mam. Thanks for your return call. Next, there was a call back from a place of business on Rte. 1 in Northport, which is on the way to Meg's work. She and Dave had stopped there briefly and did a once over of it. They found a lot of undercarriage rust, the roof coming apart, and the interior torn apart by a mob of gorillas. So, no, Sir, thanks, but no thanks.
Dave called Pete, the guy with a camper in W. Gardiner, to confirm that we are still coming to see it on Thurs. and to get an address. With the technology now, GPS will lead the way.
We have high hopes, we have high hopes....is this one it?
Next we ambled along the road and met one of the neighbors, Jim, and his dog, Emma, who was an Australian Sheepdog. She had barked at us on our earlier walk and wanted to be petted. Her energy matched our own! If she were let loose, she would've bolted like lightening.At the Snow Bowl, we tried out a short biking trail. It was to the left of the parking lot and passed over the "Oh Chute" toboggan run. Every winter there are races here- home of the famous toboggan championships.
So, Dave said, " I think we're a bit early for the races."
There is a time and a season for everything, and everything in its own time.
Lastly, plans for tomorrow's transportation went something like this:
1) I walked in the door from my appointment and time spent with Catherine and her boys.
2) I asked what time Cat was picking up Meg for work.
3) She didn't know.
4) I need to go to the hospital for lab work at 7am.
5) Meg wanted to leave for work in Belfast by 6:30
6) Dave suggested that Matt take Meg in
7) Matt didn't have to be to work til 9 am and was adamant that he wouldn't get to work any earlier than he was scheduled
8) Dave suggested that Meg take her car, Cat take Mom (me) to the hospital, then back to the house and drop me off, then Matt take Cat home and take her van to the garage to be fixed.
9) So, Matt will drive Meg's car home and take Dave and I to Gardiner to look at the camper at 4 pm...and Mary (a friend of Meg and Matt's) will be here to get the children off the bus.
Whew!!! That was a very tiresome conversation. Now to see if it actually works and we all remember what we are doing, when. I am signing off now as I am worn out from all this confusion.
Lots of love to everyone! And sweet dreams...
The Happy Campers,
Jill & Dave
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