I’m back. I think I was asleep a little.
Last night, there was a big Mexican party somewhere near the camp; there are a lot of farms around there. At our campsite we only heard the Tejano Conjunto music - everybody polka! - occasionally until midnight or so. At the west end, they heard it much longer.
A youth-staff girl was complaining this morning that the adult campers were telling youth staff, whose cabins are that end, to “Turn that music down!” and the staff kept saying, “It’s not us!”
We also had owls.
At least they didn’t have second-hand smoke. I’ve decided David-the-New-Neighbor is exempt from all the rules. He and his girlfriend can smoke with impunity, her dog doesn’t need to be on a leash, and she can wash her filthy clothes without having to clean the lint traps on the dryers. But don’t get me started.
Give me some loud Tejano Conjunto to deal with for a change. Sooner or later, they’ll all get tired and fall asleep.
So I’m going to take myself to bed. The 24-hour Claritin-wannnabe is wearing off and I need to add more drops to my eyes. I’m going through inhalers like they were going out of style.
Tomorrow is wash day, so I’ll be up early and outta here, but since it’s not linens, I won’t be there long. I don’t know how long Chuck is going to put up with this guy, but I’m hoping it isn’t too much longer.
I hope you have a good night and get some very good sleep! (How are your blisters?)