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Ramona swims across the pond
Sunday, August 13 2017
location: Twenty Ninth Pond, Essex County, New York
Continued mild dysentery has been what has tended to get me out of bed in the morning. And while I'm out and about, I might as well go up to the cellphone spot to see how the news is unfolding. The North Korea dustup already seemed like ancient history, what with Trump's bungled response to the horror in Charlottesville, which was apparently getting wall-to-wall coverage on all the news channels. Even Fox News was having trouble spinning gold-plated Real News out of this shit.
At breakfast, it was so windy and cold on the dock that Gretchen and I had to relocate inside. The wind had blown the kayak free of the dock and all three plastic Adirondack chairs into the pond, so I eventually had to take the canoe on a rescue mission to recover all these things. A tube of sunblock wouldn't be recovered until later. (Gretchen would find it down near the beaver dam at the south end of the pond.) Ramona the Dog rode with me in the canoe as I went to get the kayak and jumped out when I reached the east shore. I continued doing my salvaging while she did whatever it was she wanted to do over there. At some point I looked up and saw Ramona swimming towards me across the pond, and she made it all the way to the west shore without difficulty. That was a good 300 foot swim.
I spent most of the day chronicling the events of Uganda, since I still had a considerable writerly backlog that yet another vacation threatened to bury. Occasionally I took breaks to drink alcoholic beverages and walk to the cellphone spot(s).
In the mid-afternoon, I turned on the household water and managed to take a successful bath in the cabin's bathtub. The water sputtered and banged at first, but then it filled the tub. I took the opportunity to read documentation about TinyMCE's API from my cellphone.
This evening, Gretchen heated me up a pair of samosas for and, for herself, reheated leftover burrito materials from last night. (I'd slept through last night's meal but had enjoyed some of the leftovers myself.) Later, I kindled up a fire using mostly small sticks, twigs, and pine needles as fuel. There's been so much rain that it was hard to find anything else that was dry enough to burn with sufficient enthusiasm.
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