The Donut Man

Two nights ago we had to run the air conditioning to be able to sleep.  It was quite a warm and muggy night.  Last night we had the heat on. Kind of like back home in late April or early May.  Only here it’s January.

Despite a cool start, today was a lovely day.  Mid-70’s, sunny, light breeze, perfect for working outside.  I was on light duty again, and spent most of the day hanging a large parking lot light on the side of the gymnasium building to light up the mini-golf area.  This is an open gymnasium, with a roof but no walls on three sides, so I was able to access both the inside and the outside with the lift.  However, I had to be careful to lay down something under the path of the boom to catch all the dribbles of oil so it wouldn’t get all over the concrete.  I was only partly successful.  Oil falling from 15 or so feet tends to splatter widely.

Several of the women are working on a large mural on a block wall, with Debi designing and spearheading it and others taking turns and joining in at times to help with the painting. Those that weren’t painting were moving from building to building, cleaning the rooms. This place is going to be spotless by the time we leave.

Bob has spent the last couple of days so far laying out and painting the lines for a pickle ball court in the middle of the outdoor basketball court.  Jim joined him today as this is a rather large task, simply because it is taking so much paint.  Blacktop soaks up paint like crazy, so it takes a while.  This will really be a nice court when it is all done.  I don’t think it will be done in time for any of us to actually play pickle ball.  I’ve never played pickle ball, sometime I should probably try it.

We had Shipshewana brats on the grill for dinner.  Another fantastic meal and a little bit more room in the freezer.  We usually leave home with the fridge and freezer completely stuffed and then work through it slowly during the trip.  A week’s worth of travel usually opens enough room for a container of ice cream.  Three weeks in, we now have two containers of ice cream in the freezer.

After dinner we walked around the camp to survey the progress.  It was one of those evenings that you just don’t want to go inside because it is so nice outside.  It was nearly dark when we arrived at the mini-golf area.  It was like daylight here because of the light I put up today.  I love it when a plan comes together.

We played a round of mini-golf, not really keeping track of the score.  If we did, Deb probably won by a country mile.

We have received a fair amount of ribbing for our quest for the perfect donut.  We have lamented the dearth of bakeries selling good donuts around here and others have picked up on this and teased us, and particularly Deb, because of this.  When we have played Scatter, those who lose the game due to missing the pegs three times in a row were said to go into the donut hole.  One of the women bought Deb a toy plush donut, complete with sprinkles.  Today, Rich came by in his pickup truck and stopped in front of our RV where I was emptying a few things from my bike bags.  He had a large box from the Donut King in Leesburg.

“Here,” he said, “take half of this donut and give it to Deb and tell her the donut monster stopped by to deliver a donut.  And he had a little forked tail and ate half of it.”

In the box was an enormous donut, complete with sprinkles.  I took the half, put it on a plate, and gave it to Deb when she returned from a walk.  We texted a picture of her and the donut back to Rich.  We also had the donut for dessert, something we don’t usually do for a meal.  It was delicious.