Sick in Bed

Hi Guys,

 I see that its been a while since I posted. I'm sick in bed, though its beautiful outside. The sun is shining in my room. Part of the reason I like it here is my room is so bright, when the sun comes out. Bright walls, hardwood floors. White walls to reflect the light off the three windows. Its a stress sickness I think. Its unusual for me to get sick twice in so short a time, but it seems like a lot has been going on. Its not so much in my life, but in the people around me. There's not much I can do, I'm just a stranger really. Small town, takes a long time before people get to trusting you, and probably even longer with someone like myself. Change has always been stressful for me, and a lot has been going on. Things are good though. I don't have a lot of feelings on the school at the moment. My friend Anthony, his wife Leigh mentioned going into business, as he is learning to sail. Wouldn't be the worst idea, actually pretty good, given that they are smart people.

So I'm lying in bed, on the computer, because I'm sick and need to stay down. I could see how this could drive people nuts, being in bed all the time. Fortunately I've become pretty good at amusing myself, given enough time and caffeine.

Not too much to relate. Brian (the husband) and Nick (the son) are still getting ready for their trip. They were going to leave yesterday, but their was still much to do. I woke this morning, after working til midnight, to find Sadie (the golden retriever), lying on the stripped mattress in the room next door, looking extremely sad. When everyone leaves the house, she'll lay outside my door on occasion and is usually excited to see me, except when she knows I'm not really functional yet. She knows better than to try to speak to me without a coffee in my hand. I'm not used to living with a creature, nor giving one affection, particularly one who wants it so much. Its different for me. Not bad, just different. Its nice to have someone who wants affection too.

Last night was fairly normal. I work alone for most of the night. The room I am in is cavernous. Around 9:30 last night a woman checked in for her campsite. She was nice, but I noticed something off with her, when I joked with her about a mistake I had made about her. I had gotten off the phone a few minutes before with another woman, who was lost in the park. I assumed it was her who had come in, but no. I joked with her about my mistake, and her tone shifted, not verbally per se, but otherwise, and quietly, leaving me wondering, thoughts trailing.

She left and a few minutes later I received a call from her saying someone was in her site. Her and her husband (young, 30's) spoke to the people (car and a tent) and they said someone had taken their site, so they had taken theirs and didn't want to move. She said they also sounded inebriated.

I called a park ranger (Karl) and told him they needed help sorting out who was supposed to be where. I would've put the young couple in another site, make life easier for everyone, but we were sold out. I called the young couple to let them know a ranger would be over in a few minutes, and hold tight. It went straight to voice mail. The young woman calls me back a few minutes later to let me know her husband has been talking with the men, and they threatened to knock him down. I call back to the ranger, but the reception is bad, cutting in and out and I have to hang up. The phone is ringing again, and he should be there in a few minutes. I pick up the phone and take an unrelated call. I don't hear back from the young couple or the ranger for a while.

Karl the Ranger comes in, he's in his forties, but is young looking, in the face, and in general, like life hasn't needed to take it out on his skin yet, perhaps, or ever. He seems kind, though unformed. He tells me the people squatting in the young people's site had their own, but wanted the other people's more, so took it, saying someone had taken theirs. Everyone was situated, and quietly. He said the men were keeping to themselves, staying in their tent. I mention the young woman called, saying the men threatened to knock her husband down. He says he didn't hear that on his call. I say I thought they would've mentioned it to him. He says he would double check, make sure everything was still quiet, and possibly pursue an early eviction for the men in the tent.

I don't get this sort of thing every night. Sometimes its quiet. Sometimes its not. But there is always something to keep us going.

I hope all is well back in Florida. Spring is coming here. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom. Maybe all this snot in my head is sinus'. Who knows? Bit of both I suppose.

Be well, enjoy the warmth and give my love to everyone.

Love,
Jamie