Mardi Gras Recap

What’s the quote?

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Or, perhaps the more modern: “No battle plan survives contact with the enemy.”

Mardi Gras — Rain Sucks

Here’s another picture of Henry.

Little Henry, dubiously examining the facilities at a rest stop.

Adopting Henry

If you read last week’s post, you know little Henry is a Jack Russell terrier owned by Mrs. Greene. There have been further developments.

I Met a Wealthy Man

These camper parks have two types of residents. There are the transients who stay for a couple of days or a week, and the more permanent folks who are settled in, watching the weather reports and waiting for spring before they spend any more gas money. I’ve been moved into the latter category, having been here since Christmas.

Last week, a touring-style bus pulled in. These are 40+ foot monsters, the envy of the mobile camper crowd. Of course, all my wrinkle-bee buddies speculated freely about the owner.