Day Trois - Camping

Yo! Yo! People's.  I am back!

Day Three in the Dog House and the sun was shining gloriously.  Sadly however, it was time to head home as there were chores to be done at home.  Mommy prepared a feast of bacon and eggs for her two favourite fellas and then set to washing the dishes and putting stuff away in its appropriate place for the drive home.  As she was wiping things down, she mentioned to Daddy that this was her type of housework.  Multiple small manageable work spaces to clean.  Limited space to store limited supplies.  She vacuumed, she cleaned, she scrubbed, she polished with a smile on her face the entire time.  Mommy hates cleaning so it was nice to see her so happy.  All she had left to do was to throw out the trash that was in the can placed carefully atop the stove top cover and, replace the cutting boards from their current resting place behind the stove top, to their appropriate designated home.  One was a new addition to the Dog House and the other belongs with the Dog House.  It is conveniently designed to comfortably rest over top of the right-hand side of the sink.  As she grabbed the first cutting board, the second fell forward, knocking the garbage can airborne.  It was almost as if I was watching it in slow motion, floating through air, crashing into the opposing wall.  The well-intentionally placed (or so I thought) plastic cup full of liquid bacon grease seemed to pick up speed and hit the wall about two feet up.  Liquid oozed disgustingly down the side of the wall.  A large puddle of congealed goo on the floor.  Splatters... EVERYWHERE!  And of course, who was there to witness the entire event ?  Daddy who could only hang his head and walk away in disgust.  Argh!

As quickly as Mommy could wipe one mess up, she discovered another.  The wall, the floor, the counter, the stove. And then she spotted it.  There is a vent placed at ankle height on the wall, underneath the refrigerator.  The grease had hit the vent, which was accessible, but there was no way for her to get access to the cavern that lay beyond without the use of a screwdriver or Daddy's assistance.  Now she needed to break the news to him and when she did all she received was that look of silent disgust and disappointment.  You know the one.  The one your Mum or Dad gave you when you had let them down.  The one usually accompanied by a tsk..tsk...and the disapproving shake of the head.  Like poor Mommy hadn't beat herself up enough.  Daddy was somewhat dismissive of the entire event which was a bit surprising and we drove home down the coast past some pretty spectacular scenery. 

I knew I was counting my blessing too soon because when we got home and Mommy went in the house, Daddy spent hours outside in the trailer....cleaning.  Let's just say, things were a little quiet around the house for the rest of the day.  Icy might describe it better.  Not the best way to end our maiden voyage in the Dog House.  Geesh!  You would have thought she had done it on purpose!  (Don't forget the garbage incident on the porch....not a good homecoming all-round.)

As if things couldn't get much worse, there was a mishap in the trees in our back yard.  We don't know how long they'd been down but Daddy found a nest with three eggs strewn about with no Momma bird to be seen.  Carefully, they collected the eggs and Daddy gently placed the nest back in a tree but now several days have passed and no one has returned to claim ownership.

This is the centre of Mommy's circle garden filling in with poppies, sweet peas, (WEEDS) and morning glories.

And here is what we had to rush home for.....so Daddy could weed his beloved veggie garden.  Notice the difference between Daddy's three plots and Mommy's circle garden?  Yes, his are neat and weed free and hers....well, it's a bit of a mess.  That's her zukes growing off to the left though and there are baby zukes sprouting.

I sure wish I was back at Basin Head instead of back to reality.  Can't wait to get out in the Dog House again.  Every time Mommy goes out there, I try to bum rush her to the door.

Thanks for tagging along on our trip!

p.s.  Auntie T.  I forgot to answer you about the wifi...Mommy did take her laptop so they could watch some DVDs if it rained at night and YES, they actually did have Internet service there.  Wow!  Has camping come a long way since they were kid.  But, at $4/hr, Mommy figured she could wait until she got home to surf the web.