One other sunny day at Camp Misplaced.
Rusty was having none of it. No stroll to the seaside at this time. He sat simply exterior the campground gate and stared at me. Disapprovingly.
Could Day is a nationwide vacation in Chile so we weren’t alone, a household gathering, some exhausting core tent campers within the chilly sand and us.
Rusty wished to stroll the campground. So we walked the campground.
I sat within the solar and browse a guide beneficial by Webb. LAWRENCE IN ARABIA. It’s a historical past of the autumn of the Ottoman Enpire and the creation of the Center East mess. Everybody has heard of TE Lawrence, the one in all Arabia however this guide additionally appears at three contemporaries busy sticking their fingers within the pie dividing up Palestine.
There’s the German with a speech obstacle, the Jewish agronomist bringing again farming to the desert and the person from Yale, an American looking for petroleum for Commonplace Oil.
The assorted parts have my curiosity perked up so that ought to assist move the time as we look ahead to our new radiator.
Rusty discovered one thing to pique his curiosity within the sand.
It was most likely disgusting however I stored my distance. A discarded picnic bone perhaps or left over fish. No matter it was he had his regular full dinner along with his regular full urge for food.
He solely likes to eat as soon as a day within the night. I give him just a few cookies within the mornings and if he doesn’t end his dinner we go away it out for him in a single day in case he desires a midnight snack. Rusty is aware of what he desires and that is how he tells us he’s hungry:
Tomorrow we meet Tarquin. A brand new face.