Cheryl

Seventeen story morning, but can't begin to relate it all. First up latlely I usually see the East Indidan fisherman. He's been doing well catching fish. Got three the other day, and on another day a five pounder, all catfish. He says it is because the Romanian fisherman isn't here. He says the Romanian gets here at five or five thirty. "I don't get here till six", he says. That's AM. I go, "What he gets the holes?" "Yes." I told him I saw the Romanian at the store the other day. "Oh yes - where has he been?" He is house-sitting in the valley. A friend or somebody went away. He was checking on things back here. "I told him you were catching fish now that he was gone". Got a big beaming smile there from both of them on that one.

Maybe a week ago now he had offered me a three pound Catfish. I could use the meat. Can't afford fish anymore, but I turned it down. Don't know how to get it home. I need a bucket or cooler. I meant to put one in the trunk. Haven't yet. Actually it has occurred to me that I just don't want to kill the fish. Do I stab it in the trunk? Do I let it afixiate to death while I enjoy myself walking the lake? Do I put it in water and kill it when I get home. That seems the best option. Then on my walk only have to think of it waiting to die. So much better when other people do your killing for you.

Got a look from a woman have seen many, many times before. She walks with her friends one of which pushes a baby carriage. I have never gotten a look from her before. That was pleasant. So I ran into Joe. He was in a hurry this morning. He is rich. Had to go. They are putting a new roof on one of his houses. Getting it ready for solar. Joe had given me some Antelope and buffalo meat. Can't bite the hand that feeds me. He says some say Antelope meat is the best meat of all. I said the strips were thin and difficult to cook rare so am not sure. Possibly with a rare peice of meat it could be pretty good. He has a friend that has Antelope come on the property up in the wilds of Idaho, Montana or some such state. I says that meat must be like gold. How many antelope get shot a year. Joe said he had to buy a license for the shooting. We were half sitting/leaning on a bench-back facing the walk. And here she comes on her second time around. Again she gave me a look. I said to Joe, she never gave me a look before. I guess I may have to start to flirt with her. Or next time, you never know, she may again just completely ignore me. If I get the look I'll say good morning.

Ran into Georgia. I call him that because he is from Georgia and has a Georgian accent. He is in mid-eighties. Don't see him very often. I says, "you're limping". Both legs hurt he says. I says they restored the roundabout. You are going to have to walk a half mile further. Yes, he said, I was here yesterday. I think I can make it. He has a litany of physical problems. His major problem is he doesn't sleep much. Has to do a lot of reading. Think his wife is still alive though. We always talk whenever I see him.

Was looking for a cool bench in the shade. Someone was sitting there with a dog. I thought it was the guy who used to work for the FAA who I don't know hardly at all. I sat down and had to deal with the big dog, a rottweiler mix very mellow, but she had to get to know me. So I am talking and dealing with the dog. I says I don't have problems with dogs. I am dog psychologist. So he and I are talking and then I look up and I am not talking to who I thought I was. Who is this I was thinking. There is a similarity in dogs, but this is not the same guy. He is very friendly like we knew each other already. He is getting a divorce, about forty, from Texas. "What happened with the divorce?" I asked. We just grew apart. "That happens to me; takes about ten years", I answered. He has a good job in the Internet related field, works from home. Not looking for another woman. Had a ten year relationship and no kids.

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