Whew! It took me all summer to get wifi working on the chuck wagon, but here I am at last able to post from my new laptop balanced on a case of frozen buffalo burgers. Yes, we're still here in Alto Cinco, and in the house my PC is still set up in the bay window looking out on our wonderful neighborhood. But this summer I did not spend much time there. I now have a new perch in the chuck wagon, and the great thing about this view is that it actually moves around the neighborhood!
Our new, mobile mode of life came about because of a dire situation, which most fortunately is working out for the best. In started in late May, when my dear Purcell traveled to Canada to help his parents, who quite suddenly could not care for themselves.
Saint John and Ursula Dovecote had been fit and fiddle seniors, who enjoyed outdoor curling in the winter and fly fishing in the summer. But suddenly Saint and Ursy were falling asleep so often that at first the doctors thought they had developed narcolepsy. No nursing home would accept the two of them without a diagnosis, and when the answer finally came it was too late. Purcell and several of Saint and Ursy's friends had already succumbed to the same disease: a rare contagious form of chronic fatigue syndrome.
Admirably, the two elderly dears put themselves under voluntary quarantine in the comfortable lakeside quarters of their curling club. The brilliant thing was that, unlike their home, it could also accommodate Purcell and their ailing friends. So it became quite a party in the curling club. In their few waking moments, the group had La-z-boy recliners and memory foam mattresses brought in, so they could drop off to sleep and be comfortable anywhere at all.
Speaking of sleep, Amber just woke up from her nap in the only remaining back seat in the eLex, which the kids and I have done a marvelous job of converting to a pantry for our chuck wagon. So I'll have to write more later on our suburban Little House on the Prairie summer...
