Oct. 7, 2009

From the Apple Island Resort, South Hero, Vermont.
Yesterday must have been a fuller day than I thought. Between being tired and the wind during most of the night we were in bed until a little after ten. Even with the rain I could hear the slide awnings flapping. It was cloudy with intermittent rain all day. About all our activity consisted of was computer time and reading. I did venture out for the mail and to take out the trash. Since we still plan to swing through New Hampshire and Maine with a stop at the Petersbough Basket Company, I did some route planning. Since I don’t load the routes from the DeLorme program on my computer to the Street Pilot, the actual route often varies. I have taken to referring to the GPS receiver as the Gremlin instead of the Garmin. It always gets us through but sometimes does strange things. Once it directed us off the Interstate and the back on via the entrance ramp across the road from the exit ramp. Another time we stopped for the night and the next morning when I turned it on the route was recalculated and we didn’t take the route as calculated the day before. No big whoop since we didn’t have plans along the old route.
Supper was delicious one pot chicken dish with noodles and vegetables that Gerri concocted. One of our best meals. As a reward, or because she sat down in her favorite chair, I washed the dishes and Glenna dries them. We watched the new ABC line up of sitcoms. Remember when TV was called the vast wasteland? Well, it’s baaack. Or maybe it was always this way and we didn’t notice because at home it’s so easy to walk away and there are many others things to do. About the most entertainment on is Fox news. There’s always CNN and the lamestreet stations, but they all worship at the altar of Obama. I have watched Jay Leno’s monolog a couple of times and noticed some BUSHesque comments about Obama starting to slip in. Maybe there is hope for this country yet, his armor seems to be cracking at least with some in the liberal entertainment set. Folks we are teetering on the brink of disaster and have to pull ourselves back before it’s too late.
By the time we went to bed the wind was gusting again. More awning music to sleep by.