Cherokee Sage Woman

Farken Fay. She rained on my parade for the upcoming week-end. We had planned for months to take the RV (Unicoi) on her virgin 2-man/2-dog journey to High Falls State Park outside of Atlanta, GA., for a fun-packed 4 days camping extravaganza w/ Angi & the kids. And now we sit broken-hearted, because Fay is doing fey damage to all things fun.
Yeah, we need the rain, yeah, it's a drought, yeah, the well went dry.. boo hoo. I WANNA CAMP, DAMMIT!
So now, the grandkids will have to placate themselves on a toy shopping spree at Target's. I know that will not be nearly as much fun as dunking their mom in a muddy creekbed, or fighting skunks & raccoons out of your tent at night. Or picking gravel out of the burger that fell off the grill (5 second rule).. or discovering no toilet paper in the outhouse, at the most inopportune time. Those are things that memories are made of. Not shiny new Transformers & Barbies. Poor lil kids..
I will be the grumbling old wambat sitting on the front porch watching the humidity rise & the barometer fall. I will shake my fist at the sky & possibly flip Fay off.
Who knows..
Then on Sunday we will connect Unicoi to her dinghy (please God, let the homemade towbar work!) & off we will go (hopefully w/ Toyota successfully attached) to Jackson, MS for a week of work for Dan. While we're there (a whole week of camping!) we will host a cookout for good friends Sharon & Dimitri & their kids. We had fun w/ them here, when they came to visit last week.
I'll get over my mad spell then. But for now, my parade is a washout.. & I will not go gently into that bad storm.
Farken Fay.