June 28, Saturday – Shock

Gonna’ have a guest; must do laundry; shop; clean the rig. As I hung out among the washer and dries I noticed action across the street in a shaded parking lot. A Saturday Market! Behind the tables of garden fresh vegetables and breads were Amish farmers mixed in with the other stands. Wash clothes and shop with the locals at the same time. This called for a scone.
When I got back to home base the temperature was in the upper 80’s and as I made up the bed and washed the floors, the sweat rolled off my body. The woman at the laundromat said this weather was what comes in late July and not in June. What’s happening here?
Time to take a break and do bill paying on line. I noticed that the data broadband part of my Verizon Wireless bill said that I had used 2 thousand megabytes last month. This figure doesn’t mean much to me because I have unlimited internet time. Out of curiosity I called the behemoth and after going through one hundred choice selections, I talked to human. “If I had been in Canada (as I will be in August), how much would that amount of megabytes cost me?” My jaw dropped and my eyes rolled to the back of head and sweat gushed from every pore but not from the heat. Her answer, “That amount in Canada would cost $4,100. It’s $2.05 per megabyte.” After the shock wore off, I realized that when going into Canada, I will go through the veil of silence because the cell phone also becomes an instrument of prohibitive costs. I SHALL find a way to communicate to the United States!!
It’s break time so I sit shirtless outside the metal hot box in a canvas lawn chair with a cold lemonade in my hand and a Saturday Market salad in the other.
Back at the computer in my empty back lot something was happening. Oh my god, I’m being invaded. Cars started filling the lot, hundreds holding well-dressed riders. I hurriedly put my shirt on ‘cause they can see into my home. It was a recital. Man, one minute I’m alone and the next folks crowding toward the college performance hall. Never know what’s going to happen next.