My poor Lynne has had a heavy workload since arriving home from our latest trip. Last night she only had 3 hours of sleep and was back working at 4 this morning. She informed me that the blog is being neglected and asked if I could please write her post tonight.
I think my exact words were “What?”
Then she said, just go do your “Mr. Basketmaker Speaks” thingy.
Now, the whole being creative on demand has always bothered me. Then, Lynne reminds me that this is what she does everyday and to just do it.
I’m still trying to figure out what the “Mr. Basketmaker Speaks” thingy is. I usually just ramble about nothing specific.
Just give me some time, I will come up with something.
I’m thinking, I’m thinking, still nothing. I really can’t think of anything worth writing about. Well, we did arrive home to Manchester less than a week ago. Not much other than that.
Oh, we did have that downpour where water came in the basement last night.
Did I say that Chance our dog looks really bored with us. I think he misses his three-mile walks with Lynne’s daddy (That’s what she calls her father. I simply call him “Bob.” Want to make sure everyone knows that.)
Oh, wait there was something funny, that you should like.
You may not know that Lynne loves to go camping. Well, she does. Note out to Maine Eric (the Sherpa), she saw her doctor yesterday and is not going to die from that spider bite. (Actually, four spider bites. And they sure did look pretty nasty.) Anyway, what Lynne really doesn’t like is bathrooms. Restaurant bathrooms, Rest Area bathrooms and most especially, campground bathrooms because they are the most gross places on the planet. I’ve even heard her say that our own bathroom gives her the heebie-jeebies (Another one of her words, not mine).
One day before leaving for our trip, a UPS driver delivered a package to the house. It was a small narrow box from ebay. Lynne was out at the time and being curious, I opened the box. You want to know what it was? Let’s just say it was a little contraption that she could use if the bathrooms were just too nasty. I don’t think I should talk about it anymore, since it will embarrass her, but I need to add that there is a whole plastic “doodie” bag system with this little thing!
Hopefully she’s too busy to check what I just wrote. Enjoy and see you next time the “Basketmaker Speaks.” —Eric
