6th July 2018
I still get confused which way to look on a pedestrian crossing, I have perfected the “owl” movement, in that I rotate my head as far as I can in both directions as quickly as I can. I might look a little strange, but it has kept me alive.
I spend most of my time wearing shorts, I am hoping to get some colour to them other than the Lilly-white tone I have. The only colour I have succeeded in achieving is bright red blotches from all the bites I get. My pure English blood is such an attraction to these blood sucking bastards. I have noticed the large numbers of insects that crawl, or fly about. When I work outside, I have many things attached to me at all times, and I am always patting myself down to make sure I don’t get crawlies in places I don’t want them.
The evening are often disturbed by Greer shrieking that a beetle has invaded her space, and rushes to grab the insect grabber that is the most used implement in the house.
I notice the large black ants, appropriately called Carpenter ants, that climb everywhere, I swear they move my tools about. I can only imagine the bite they would inflict would be at the “Joints”.
Ron told me of his success in the Fourth of July parade. “We won the best float, and I was interviewed on TV” I thought either the other entrants didn’t turn up, or they had less creative ideas, if that was possible. Of course I wouldn’t dare say anything, as he is a bit taller, and a bit chunkier than I am. Also I didn’t want him to have a heart attack and fall on me.
We got back to Holland, and went in search of more furniture. There are road works in the centre of town, so some of the roads are reduced to a single lane. We found ourselves in the wrong one, trying to feed in. To my surprise, people who are genuinely polite and friendly as you pass in the street, become rude and intolerant when they get behind the wheel. This old guy in a big truck refused to let us in. Kelli hit the horn, and he turned and gave us the finger. She wound down my window and thanked him sarcastically, he muttered “you’re welcome”. If there had been photon torpedoes attached to the car this guy would have been toast.
This episode started a frontal attack on anything on four wheels, and as we were both hungry, thoughtless people blocking car park entrances got both barrels from Kelli who alway has an appropriate phrase or gesture readily available. It was a relief to finally sit down at The New Holland.
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Another Lifetime to go 