I realize I'm probably preaching to the choir here, but let me just say for the record that this summer's weather stinks. It's a shame to even call it "summer."
The middle of May looked and felt like the middle of March. We were about a month late putting in our garden. The plants are hanging in there as best they can, but the cooler temperatures and nearly daily rain are giving them a hard way to go.
And if it's going to rain every day, there needs to be a few rules involved. Rain needs to be overnight only. It can't start before 11 p.m. and has to end by 6 a.m. And it should be only every other day. And never on the weekend.
Like last weekend when we were at the camper with the dogs and the thunderstorm hit. There wasn't much else to do but call it an early bed time.
We folded the couch out to a bed, called the dogs up there and popped a tape in the VCR.
Yep, a VCR. Someday we'll make it out of the '80s and invest in a DVD player. By then, you'll be able to buy them for a buck at the dollar store because I'm sure they'll have been replaced by the next great invention.
I think Duke would've had a better time with movie night if we'd have made some popcorn. I'll have to remember that for next time. Heaven knows there will be a next time.
At least he's doing better getting up and down the steps at the camper. We put vinyl runners on the steps. It gives him way better grip and traction. Now if he just knew that.
He keeps thinking he's got to give it his all to jump up the steps. I'm trying to convince him that all he needs to do is put one foot in front of the other and walk. Yeah, we're still working on that.
On Sunday morning, we decided not to beat-feet out of there at first light like usual. We were going to take it easy and have a nice, leisurely breakfast first. And then we sort of drifted into meltdown mode.
I was being uber efficient and fried the potatoes in the bacon grease leftover from Saturday's breakfast and tossed in a handful of the diced onions, peppers and hot peppers from the Steakums at lunch. So the potatoes had a little kick. That's not necessarily a bad thing.
The eggs were on the stove and the sausage gravy was heating up in the microwave. While all that was cooking, I was finishing up curling my hair. And since all that was cooking, it was hotter than Hades in there. So we had the A/C on low and the fan blowing in Dukie's face.
When I pushed the button down on the toaster, everything shut off. Yeah, no kidding. Dave said we were trying to use about 50 amps on a 30-amp service. Oops.
So we started looking for the fuse box. We couldn't find it anywhere. I found the camper manual that pinpointed it exactly, but then we couldn't get the door open.
Fine. We'll pry it open with a screwdriver. I went out to my handy-dandy emergency kit in the Jeep and discovered somebody had borrowed both screwdrivers and didn't put them back.
OK, a butter knife it is. Dave opened the fuse box and said none of the breakers had been tripped. No? Then how come it's still dark in here? Because we blew the main breaker on the pole. Oops.
We finished making breakfast, one appliance at a time, while I finished curling my hair. I needn't have bothered. The humidity made it look as bad as, or even slightly worse than, it had when I got up.
We did still enjoy our leisurely breakfast before loading up and heading home. And Dukie and BoBo enjoyed a leisurely nap for the rest of the day after a big weekend of camping.
Copyright 2014 Laura Nethken