Life with Huckleberry Finn

Hi.

I've been slacking on the writing prompts lately, and today will be no exception.  Maybe we'll get back to that tomorrow.

I must confess: I cannot wait to get home because our apartment is in top form right now.  Saturday was beautiful, and rather than playing outside as would have been preferable, I spent it majorly cleaning.  It was alright though because the fresh breeze throughout the place made the work much more enjoyable, even pleasant.  (Although cleaning the floors has left my back in pain.)

Anyway, it looks and smells bright and fresh and new again.  It makes for a far nicer place in which to relax.

Jered is on a Craigslist binge right now, constantly combing the free page for something worth picking up to sell and make a profit.  As long as our apartment doesn't become cluttered with junk he can't get rid of, I'm fine with it, and if he can actually make some money from doing so, super.  We made a run last night to pick up a free entertainment center that he is working on selling now.

On our way home from that errand, we stopped by the lake so he could cast a few times.  I didn't really want to go, but I had promised the day before that I would.  It was cold.  And windy.  And I whined.  But gosh, he's cute in his quirky get-up, trudging across the sandy banks with his tackle box and fishing rod in hand.

  

Don't be fooled- that sunshine you see lasted for about a minute.  Also- you may or may not be able to tell, the mister got his hairs cut this weekend.  *Wolf whistle*  

Aside from some birds, this little guy is the only sign of life we saw.  (He's probably about the size of a nickel, but Jered's hawk eyes found him instantly when we were on our way back to the trail.)

I have a feeling we will be spending many a Saturday and Sunday afternoons this way.  I'm just fine with that idea, as long as the sun is shining most of the time and we think to bring chairs or towels with us.  (Although when Jered brings his boat home, we won't need either.)  I'll take my books, Jered can fish, and I think we'll have some lovely times.

Talk to you later,

Aim