Brenda made blueberry pancakes this morning.
With deer sausage a client gave Jodi, and she gave us.
Owen called to wish
me a happy Father's Day. We talked about outboard motors. He has an old one he
fixed up. He and Jean and Ella fish for smallmouth bass on the French Broad River.
My father went to a camp on the French Broad River when he was a boy. I write under
the pennant of the French Broad Camp.
And a crucifix made from safety matches I bought in a Goodwill store. And
a moultin' 'gator with a bow around his neck. And a hand-painted wooden chicken
doorstop, on top of my small, desktop computer.
I bought five pounds of shrimp to take to Suzette's yesterday, but someone
else bought shrimp, and they had cooked them, so I brought mine home.
We
had shrimp in a tomato gravy over angel hair pasta last night and this afternoon
I'm going to boil the rest, and Brenda's going to make tomato, cucumber, and Vidalia
onion in mayonnaise with a dash of white balsamic vinegar.
Probably we won't
pick up Ella's toys in the living room; I'll do that tomorrow when Brenda is at work.
And sweep and mop the floors, which didn't get done last week, when the family reunion
was here.
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It was fun having Ella, but it wears Brenda out.
She needs a day
to zone out, before going back to work.
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I took her to the library, to see Billy Gaffrey's Funky Flipper, from Dolphin
Splash,
and to the Visual Arts Center, which has a hand-on children's gallery where
she could paint, play with blocks, play with stuffed animals, experiment with different
materials-cloth, wires, clay, sticks. We were the only ones in there. She had a
ball.