|Nov. 2014, not today!|
The lawn mowers came today--finally. I was about ready to see if I couldn't comb the grass, maybe part it along the line from the house to the street... Seems they had equipment issues last week (a phone call would have been nice) so Durwood said the guy went over the lawn three times in order to mow down the long grass. I hope this was just a hiccup and the rest of the mowing season will be smooth.
May 26--Richard Pasley, Rippled Water. It looked like seaweed curled around a branch. Gina stood with her shoes almost touching the water, squinting against the glare. The day was cold but sunny and she could tell that the very edge of the lake had frozen overnight. The water had to be cold, too cold to go wading but she knew whatever that was didn't belong in there. "What are you doing?" The deep voice made her jump. She turned around to see Mac Lewis standing just at the tree line, hands shoved in the pockets of his tight Levis. "There's something in the lake, something caught on a branch and I'm trying figure out what it is." His steps crunched across the pebble shore. He stopped beside her and looked where she pointed. She heard his swift intake of breath and felt his hand on her shoulder. "That's not a something, it's a someone." He turned her away from the water. "Go sit on that log and keep watch. I'm going to climb up to the road and call the sheriff." Gina did as she was told and thought the day had gotten a lot colder while she waited for Mac to return.
It's so darned late to be blogging I am absolutely certain that I won't have a darned thing to talk about tomorrow morning but I'll try because I'm just that nice. Oh, and I kind of like the podcast, it's dorky and the one I'm listening to is about the Mythbusters, I'm a huge fan. Nighty-night.