A night in the cabin

Mandy, Cliff and I spent last night at my cabin in the woods.  The faithful turkey vultures floated overhead as we sat on the little deck, although Cliff gave up and went inside to read his book, after Mandy and her best doggie friend, Buddy, kept jumping on, over, under and around his chaise lounge playing tag.  Buddy eventually went home.  I had a nice campfire going, and sat there singing old, old hymns from my childhood as the sun went down.

Mandy was a bit disappointed at being banned from the bed; she always sleeps beside me, when it's just the two of us.  But Cliff refuses to sleep with a dog, so finally she settled in under the bed.

The stove in the cabin is now working, and has a full supply of propane.  I made coffee to go with our bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches.  Mandy kept trying to get us to return to the house when we first woke up, but once she got a bite of bacon, she wasn't in such a hurry to leave.  I have a dishpan, dishcloth and towels at the cabin, but no scrubber for a tough skillet.  However, I recalled my mom and aunt talking about how they'd use a rock, when they were small, to scrape the stubborn, stuck-on bits of food off a skillet when they washed dishes.  It works!

We need to find some sort of small table, since the stove we got takes up most of the built-in table back there.  And I can't wait to get the gnomes my daughter bequeathed to me situated back in the edge of the woods.  I intend to buy a cheap, battery-operated CD player for the cabin.  I have my MP3 player, but I don't want something I have to plug into my ears; that blocks out everything else, and I like to hear the birds singing.

Cliff and I had a Memorial-Day-weekend campout and didn't have to worry about traffic or crowded campgrounds.  It was wonderful.  Now, I must make noodles and finish up the Oreo Dessert for today's dinner.  Have a great day, everyone.