Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with others to run at 5:30. I get the feeling that next November 16 at 5:30 won’t look like this, and I’ll wonder what the hell I was complaining about.
We went fishing with the Lords of the Land today. That’s what I lovingly call the people who own the house we’re renting.
James and I picked up some poles at Walmart, and we all drove into town to meet our landlords who have more experience with the activity than we do, but barely.
Fish weren’t hungry it seemed. One of the highlights was the boys feeding bait fish to the pelicans hanging out at the pier.
Enzo threw a couple, but James was more persistent.
A heron showed up, but he was awful at catching the fish. Yes, his beak is considerable smaller, but he turned his head as of to say, “don’t throw that thing at me!” He really didn’t get it.
If you can’t see the bait fish in any picture, just look to the seagull…his eyes never left it.
Although they caught most, there were times they just couldn’t get a handle on it.
I guess we’re in no place to judge. Our family caught zip. Our friends?
An 8:00 game on the right side of the field.
There are sunsets here too.
We found this big mantis in the house, and Deano set her free on a tomato plant.
That was the extent of post-party excitement yesterday.