Lazy Day

The day started with the arrival of the hot air balloons from Sedona. At first it looked like they were going the other way, but the wind switched and brought them to us. The Commander saddled up for a ride on her new zippiti do da bike with our camping friends. Meanwhile Kadizzle went six hundred yards to the model airplane airport and cackled with the pilots.  When the moment was right he helped himself to an apple fritter. Life is good. Next a little put put on the cycle and them back home to babysit the neighbor dogs. The one giant dog that is fifteen years old and pretty well shot up would not come out.  The giant gulumpus has a wart on his nose the size of a golf ball. it looks like a clown nose for a dog.  Most of the day the air was as fair and pleasant as can be achieved on the planet. For some strange reason Kadizzle got the notion to take his daily baptismal shower outside.  Sins seem to wash off better in the sunlight, and it was about time we used the blasted luxury of the shower on the outside of the camper.  Tonight it will be a joint supper with the three campers in our little isolated compound. So now it is time to have a glass of wine and ease into the late afternoon. It is a darn tough life full of turmoil and strife we sailor men undergo.