MEXICOWANDERER wrote:
Lessee, I start the campfire and change channels with another log. Then I sit back and muse what kind of cocktail would be the ultimate for the evening. A Cuba Liebre? Surroundsound crickets, the distant braying of la burra, a crowing of a cockawhammy rooster who forgot to wind his watch. The crump and sigh of ocean waves, and a flit of whir as a bat wheels and darts.
And I don't even have to reach for the remote to turn it all off before I arise and go inside. Seven new books to read on the Nook.
I looked and I looked and I looked. Nothing. I'm going to have to call the manufacturer tomorrow and ask them where I plug in the French Press.
But the pair of CREE reading lights work like a champ. 2.5 watts each. Forgive me but I forgot the name of the kind forum member who donated the 2 stainless steel swivel wall lamps to me. Rest assured they are worked to death at night!
My novel "Jeepers! You would not believe the new space port! They are still riveting more plates of solid steel, and erecting sheets of asbestos to protect against blast damage! The Plutonians are getting like the Venusians - smoking cigarettes, always smoking!"
I need 2015, and a hundred million "mandatory accessories" like I need another hole in my head. This laptop I'm typing on was an over the top purchase. Niner's Galaxy however is worth it's weight in diamonds. I called my Son In Law yesterday and while an outboard engine was roaring fifty feet away from him, I could hear and understand words!
Damn! Where's the remote? I need to stir the campfire!
My idea of camping, nice write up.