Tuesday? Wednesday.

I may as well reveal the end at the beginning — we don’t yet have a parking pad for the fifth-wheel. Our contractor ran into a snag on his previous job (the marking of a water line was off by 31 feet, and he hit it with his excavator), so he won’t be on The Mountain ’til tomorrow morning.

Deb and I had a great day anyway. The weather was perfect, though hot and humid. We were alone on the homesite for a long time, maybe longer than any day before this, which brought peace and prompted dreaming.

Ticks fell from the trees like rain.

We left for a while to hit Miller Hardware for bird feeders and rakes, and then Dollar General for cold drinks. Our Dollar General haul also included a couple of cheap kiddie pools — Smudge and Deb’s cousin’s dogs had themselves a ball.