Somewhere over the bayou
Last night the tent was not a success – Tin loved it to play with it but believes the only thing to do when inhabiting a tent is to stand up in it. He can’t see the reason for sitting much less sleeping. So the broken tent was disposed of this morning and the twin futon was brought up and now in the corner of the room lies his second Moroccan bed.
The dogs are skittish and Loca managed to take a honking bite out of Heidi’s head and I told her that if she continues she is going to be voted off the adventure. She’s shaking in her paws and looking very contrite.
But this morning the whole system found harmony and the plumber showed up and changed all the flappers that have deteriorated because of the chemicals New Orleans puts in the water (not to mention the hard water), and toilets are all humming, toddler is content, dogs are pacified, and partners – well we’re winking each other as we scurry here and there, because it’s all good.