Living in the Country

You know, there are some distinct advantages to living in the country. After supper, Susan and I went for a walk. Julia rode her bike. After getting off the main road, we let the boys take turns riding their bike. We spent about 45 minutes at the Post Office, riding and running. We worked on tree climbing. We made silly noses out of maple seeds. After we got home, I took the boys on a short 10mph scooter ride. I think there may be ice cream in the future. Man, it’s great to be back in Spruce Head!

Six Guns, Motorcycles, and a Haunted House

I had this dream last night. I was in a bar next to the Rockland McDonald’s. (Locals, do you remember “Spanky’s”? Interestingly, someone brought that place up at the office yesterday.) They were having a fundraiser for some charity, and raffling of a motorcycle. Tickets were $2000 each! It was some Harley motorcycle, and the posters said you had really great odds of winning. I don’t know what possessed me to do it… I don’t have a motorcycle endorsement on my license. My motorcycle riding is limited, and I probably shouldn’t start out learning to ride a Harley. And I certainly don’t have the money. But I bought a ticket! I put the $2000 on my credit card! The lady behind the bar asked me to have a seat, and someone would be over to talk to me about my purchase.

I sat at this table with some umbrella over it. A little odd, since we were inside. As I was sitting there, a waitress delivered some complimentary hot wings. (I guess if you drop two grand on a raffle ticket you get free wings!) The bar manager came over, and gave me some other stuff. Apparently, just by buying the ticket, I was entitled to some stuff for free. I got a beer mug, a hat, and some plastic six guns and holsters.  (Apparently there was some theme Western theme to the contest.) He then asked me to follow him behind the bar.

I went through some swinging doors, and I was behind the bar in what I could only describe as a haunted house. The bar manager explained to me that the contest was thus: I would have to make my way through this walk through,  haunted house style carnival attraction. He assured me that everything was fake, and I wouldn’t be hurt by anything in the attraction in any way. But he told me it WAS very scary, and I could suffer a heart attack or some other issue. I could ask to be let out of the ride at any time. If I did, I would loose the contest. If I made it to the end, I would be asked to shoot (with my handy new six guns) one of four bottles off a shelf. If that bottle had a picture of a motorcycle taped to the bottom, I would win the prize. So if I survived the haunted house, I would have a one in four chance of winning the Harley.

Then I woke up.

Friday Fill In #175

1. Salsa and merengue are two styles of music you don’t hear very much up here in ME.
2. You can put A-1, and onions, and mayo, and lettuce, and bacon, and cheese on your burger– and you’ve even got mustard.
3. By the time I get home I’ll have less than two hours before I have to leave for my gig.
4. Finishing up is what I look forward to most when grocery shopping.
5. And I was dreaming all these crazy dreams about Satan, and Father Priori, and riding a magic carpet through Hell, and all kinds of weird stuff.
6. Dorman’s ice cream…is there anything else better?!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to playing a gig at the Black Bull, tomorrow my plans include working a shift at the office, and Sunday, I want to have a great Mother’s Day cookout!