Stocking Up

The SBPP is amazingly efficient, particularly with the supremely organized D in charge of logistics. we were woken Sunday morning with a knock on the yurt flat. Some locals had been dragooned into hauling several containers of important materials for use during our exile here as things cool down in River City.

The solar powered generators will be particularly helpful in getting Mistress's favorite power tool up and running. And the additional server and laptop, with the satellite dish for instant wifi connections, will allow Mistress to make sure our surly teen #2 gets those college applications in on time.

In fact, she woke us up earlier than expected, demanding to Skpe from her residence in Europe to talk about essays and what not. It definitely cut into our first switch day here in What-the-Hell-It-Stan.

After sorting through the loot shipped to us by D -- including at least a month's supply of Tequilla and Jamieson -Slave was off to take in a local sporting event.  While we have yet to get the full NFL satellite feed hooked up in the Yurt, I did get to watch a thrilling match between two local teams. Instead of tossing around a pigskin, the game revolved around bashing a head recently liberated from a goat, using sticks while mounted on horseback. 

There was even a replay official using some sort of micro camcorder. But if a coach asked for a review and the call was not overruled, instead of losing a timeout, he had to lop off an arm or leg from one of his team members.

For some reason the crowd really loved those replay situations.

Mistress and Slave have early wake up calls this morning.  So tune in tomorrow for our further adventures on the lam.