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04/07/09 11:34
It's the Fourth of July here on the east coast and the weather seems to be cooperating. Not that we have a big day planned, that's for sure. Nan and I got in our bike ride early but not so early that we didn't have to watch out for folks parked along Ocean Boulevard opening their doors and jamming our puppies. Or, worse. Rye's finest were ticketing along the ocean side of OB if you had no town sticker and it looked as though word had spread quickly since car after car with no sticker left abruptly as we pedaled by. Times are tough and no one needs to dig any deeper than they already are especially for something as silly and unnecessary as a parking ticket. Maybe they thought the town cops would be less inclined or maybe too busy to write tickets when they could be doing other things. Like eating donuts or ogling babes at the town beach. That's what I would be doing.
E is irritable as usual and more irritable than one might suspect knowing full well that he has already been invited to Noah's lake house for the day. That was an open question only fifteen minutes ago but is now resolved and that's that. Nan and I will be on our own for the day and I know we'll find something to do. I've been wanting to check out the Fresh Food Market in Andover so we might do that. I had a small hankerin' to do a little fishing from the shore but it's unlikely I will end up doing that. And, that's okay. As much as I'd like to hook and filet a beauty, I am just going to have to do that another time. I've got errands to run in downtown Portsmouth so we'll probably go that route. No surprises today. Please. And friends, do your best to look after Ev at the lake. Just look after him.
We never did get that garden in the ground this year. Looks like we'll be buying our produce rather than growing it. I've asked Nan to make sure that she buys me bison at the local farmers market here in town and she has been doing well in that regard as of late. I haven't told Ev that the chili that he's been lovin' as of late is made with bison and probably won't anytime soon. You know how teenagers are when they get the wrong notion in their heads. It just never goes away. Never stops nagging. Never gives an inch. I remember the time he saw me putting chili pepper in the chili pot and he thought I was throwing in red ants. He didn't have any chili for a couple of weeks. He could probably live with the fact that I use chicken sausage in the blend but it's better in the long run that I keep it all from him. I want him to get all the protein that the chili has to offer so it will be my secret.
The behemouths from Portsmouth beat the bejeezus out of our Little Leaguers from Rye (10-0). The bloody pitcher from Portsmouth was 6'3". The piddly little fella's from Rye never had a chance. I guess life just sucks sometimes.
E is irritable as usual and more irritable than one might suspect knowing full well that he has already been invited to Noah's lake house for the day. That was an open question only fifteen minutes ago but is now resolved and that's that. Nan and I will be on our own for the day and I know we'll find something to do. I've been wanting to check out the Fresh Food Market in Andover so we might do that. I had a small hankerin' to do a little fishing from the shore but it's unlikely I will end up doing that. And, that's okay. As much as I'd like to hook and filet a beauty, I am just going to have to do that another time. I've got errands to run in downtown Portsmouth so we'll probably go that route. No surprises today. Please. And friends, do your best to look after Ev at the lake. Just look after him.
We never did get that garden in the ground this year. Looks like we'll be buying our produce rather than growing it. I've asked Nan to make sure that she buys me bison at the local farmers market here in town and she has been doing well in that regard as of late. I haven't told Ev that the chili that he's been lovin' as of late is made with bison and probably won't anytime soon. You know how teenagers are when they get the wrong notion in their heads. It just never goes away. Never stops nagging. Never gives an inch. I remember the time he saw me putting chili pepper in the chili pot and he thought I was throwing in red ants. He didn't have any chili for a couple of weeks. He could probably live with the fact that I use chicken sausage in the blend but it's better in the long run that I keep it all from him. I want him to get all the protein that the chili has to offer so it will be my secret.
The behemouths from Portsmouth beat the bejeezus out of our Little Leaguers from Rye (10-0). The bloody pitcher from Portsmouth was 6'3". The piddly little fella's from Rye never had a chance. I guess life just sucks sometimes.