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Fishing and neighborhood issues AGAIN

We went fishing yesterday. It was a glorious day, filled to the brim with sunshine and very little breeze. The lake was calm and cold still, glassy and just a tiny bit clouded. We got there early, just after daybreak, while there was still a bite to the air and a low-lying mist to the surface of the water.
Lines dropped into the water, with the sounds all muted and hushed. The boys weren't quite awake yet, sort of comatose from their slumber and not real talkative. That worked just fine because I wasn't all chattery either.
We spent about four hours fishing, watched the sun begin warming the forest across the lake and grumbled as the boaters began their treks out.
Not one nibble. Not one caught.
Not a big deal.
***
It's been a productive weekend. Much yardwork was completed and Trev and Ry earned five bucks a piece for it. They hauled branches and pieces of pine tree for quite some time, without complaining once or even stopping for more than a drink. I was floored.
We barbecued on Saturday night and Ryan actually tried new food! Three bean salad (not my favorite) and he really liked it. I'm beginning to think we may actually expand our horizons beyond mac and cheese and peanut butter sometime soon.
Most of the laundry is done, which is good since I broke the knob on the machine. The timer knob. It popped right off. I apparently twisted without pushing and snapped the plastic doohickey. Nothing a little Crazy Glue can't fix.
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Can'tEatandCan'tPoop (aka J's mom) just called and told me that BabyBeater's wife went up and started screaming at my great aunt (my mother's aunt, who lives up about four houses from us). BabyBeater's son, Masen, was riding his motorized scooter-thing in her yard and through her flowerbeds so GreatAuntie yelled at him and told him to stay in his own yard. BabyBeater's wife took offense and a screaming match ensued. How delightful. My mother also just called, said my great aunt had called her to tell her about the situation and to let me know that I'm known as the "blond bitch down the street". GreatAuntie told BabyBeater's wife to keep her kids in her own yard and was told she sounded just like the blond bitch down the street. Joyful soap opera we've got going on.
Our neighborhood was much quieter before they moved back in.
Happy Sunday, all.
N.

1:54 p.m. - 2005-04-17

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