Late Evening and the Morning After
Trip Start Jul 08, 2006
106Trip End Sep 03, 2006
Everybody quit the Monopoly game, pissed that Brett and Alec had the money, the property, the railroads, who wants to watch that anymore?
The bedroom loft, the sleeping bags, the farts, the many many farts (or so I'm told). Boys competing, that's the thing.
Scott's on the deck, he spots an otter swimming up the creek, run quick! We run and look, but he's too fast for me and Sam.
Another breakfast, I let them sleep and cook it up myself. I was the right-hand chef today, Jake told me when he came. I would have helped. Ah shoot, my bad, I missed my time to be with him. (My grandma in the kitchen, pots steaming everywhere, grapes cooking, jelly on the way, shoo shoo she said, get out the way I'm busy here. I sat out on the porch, and stroked the dog.)
The after-breakfast cleanup crew sweeps through the house. Can you believe? It's almost time to go.