I think I’m getting the hang of this being lazy thing. Of, course, I’ve had most of 60 years to perfect the process.
Yesterday we slept in, mostly because it got down into the 40s overnight and it was so darned chilly that neither of us wanted to crawl out from under those warm covers. When we finally did get up and about, we had a quiet day checking e-mail, cruising the internet, and watching the flood of weekend campers coming in loaded down with kids, dogs, and firewood.
Greg came over for a while, and we discussed our tentative plan to take an Alaskan cruise next summer. Nothing has been decided yet, we’re still looking at schedules and prices, but it might be a lot of fun.
After Greg left, I spent some time on the Ancestry.com website doing genealogy research. The 1940 U.S. Census was released a while back, and I am finding it to be full of valuable information. Since my parents, siblings, uncles and aunts all passed away years ago, it has been hard to learn about my family history but over the last couple of years I have accomplished quite a bit. I love following little threads of information to see where they lead me. Many times I end up at a dead end, but often enough I find some new lead that takes me off in a different direction and opens up an entire new branch of the family, or a new viewpoint on information I already had.
While I was doing that, Terry was watching DVDs on her rigid heddle loom, and today she may set it up and see what she can do with it. She tells me that the more she learns, the more eager she is to get started.
About 5 PM we rode into nearby Harrison, Ohio with Greg and Jan for dinner at a place called LaRosa’s Pizzeria, part of a local chain. It was okay, but nothing to write home about and won’t find its way into our RVers Guide to Favorite Restaurants. After dinner we took a quick tour of Harrison, which was typical of the small towns in this part of the country; a few blocks of Main Street lined with handsome old brick buildings and well maintained homes in tidy neighborhoods surrounding downtown.
Back at the campground we were amazed at the huge piles of firewood some of the weekend campers had stacked up on their sites. There was enough to toast marshmallows and hot dogs into the next century!
I don’t know where the fireworks came from, but about 9 PM it started to sound like World War III around here, and went on for about 45 minutes before they were done.
I spent a couple of hours looking over a couple of manuscripts I’m working on, then did some more genealogy research, while Terry was still studying her DVDs. With the big crowd of people here at the campground I expected it to be pretty noisy, but by the time I started writing this blog post at 11 PM, all seemed quiet.
Today we may go out and play tourist again. There are several places we’d like to check out in this area. Or we may just stay home and I’ll spend a little more time being lazy.