The war continues...

August 2, 2013 2156

            The war continued today.  We sit inside the truck cab writing tonight because the bugs have more troops than we can battle.  We may be grounded, but we are getting the hang of this.  Because the headlight is out on the truck our curfew is dark. (A special thank you to the cop who pulled us over and let us know for not giving us a ticket).  It has been a long time since I had a curfew and I’m pretty sure The Goat Man never has.  He wouldn’t have followed it anyway.

             So, we came home exactly at dark, took a short walk to where the pig was early this morning, but he wasn’t wondering around tonight.  The Goat Man was the strong sweet man that has been holding this indoor kind of gal together tonight.  He held the flashlight over the door of the stall in the less primitive bathroom so that I could use a toilet that flushes.  He is my savor literally.  He takes care of me when the stress is overwhelming.

            Now we sit in a cleaned out cab with ice tea stolen from McDonald’s tonight when we were using the free Wi-Fi and enjoying the dollar menu.  I have the mag-light and my back scratcher handy.  We are set for the night.

            After are hard night last night both of us were weak, but laundry had to be done, so we gathered our clothes and washed them in the spicket.  I always carry laundry detergent behind my seat in the truck.  Our house was a mess with cloths hanging on everything in site waiting to dry in the hot Florida son.

            Cautiously, The Goat Man checked the shower for the blue monkey faced spider.  When the coast was clear we both took a shower in the cold water.  It was the best shower I remember having.  The refreshing cold water washed away the smudge of sweat, blood, and dead bug bodies from our flesh.

            We broke into the emergency money today.  Behind the seat of the truck, beside the laundry detergent, were two commemorative quarter books.  Remember when the government thought it was a good idea to let every state design a quarter?  It was a good idea for me to collect them because now I had emergency money and was able to splurge on a Carmel sundae at McDonalds.  It was not on the dollar menu.  When did that happen?  Well, the books of quarters were made to last forever because it took all the strength in my thumbs and the right choice cuss words under my breath to release them.  But eventually I won! 

            The Goat Man was reduced to cheap cigars tonight instead of rolling tobacco because I splurged and spent $1.19.  So tonight he smells like the chocolate flavored cigars he is smoking.  His kisses taste like chocolate.  What more could a woman want?

            With our rejuvenated selves we started looking for help.  We are down to $12 and about 50 miles left of gas.  The Goat Man was the strong one and made the calls to find us some food while I took care of my own personal business.

            Remember this morning the sounds I heard as I sat writing about the pig?  Well, in front of the table to the left in the bushes a hissing kept coming for almost an hour.  I was suspect of the turtle, but tried to ignore it.  My nerves were shot.  I don’t like the nights here.  I am not an outside kind of gal.

            While I was gone the sniper turtle that stalked me this morning took an opportunity to attack The Goat Man and The Princess Puppy.  As The Goat Man sat at the picnic table in the middle of our humble abode reading his book the sniper turtle charged in turtle high gear and attacked The Goat Man’s foot.  A repeat of yesterday the turtle took some hits, but continued to attack until The Princess Puppy came as reinforcement.

            The battle continued between The Princess Puppy and the moving rock for almost twenty minutes.  The sniper turtle would charge biting and the barking Princess Puppy would pounce on the rock until the head and feet retreated.  The bored Princess Puppy would then lay down and sleep.  The sniper turtle would retreat out of the cabled dogs reach, regroup, and charge again.

            We all remain unsure how long the war will last or even why it is being fought, but it is obvious we were not prepared for the vast troops and the determination of the solders.  This may be their park, but we have found a home here until Wednesday and we will not retreat.