Day 2

Had a brief - and somewhat lackluster - breakfast with Brian. He was "sort of" hungry, but not too interested in eating. I suggested oatmeal or Cream of Wheat (yes, brand name and therefore capitalized) and toast. Something light but likely to stick with him (and in him) for a bit this morning.

He chose oatmeal (I despise oatmeal) and I had the toast and peanut butter, A glass of milk for each; he had tea a little earlier.

We made small talk. The cats mewed for more food and made nuisances of themselves.

The morning has been still and overcast, and you can feel the humidity creeping upward almost by the minute. It's fairly quiet in the neighborhood - a nice change.

I put a few more lines of stitching into the commissioned piece, then realized I used the wrong color thread for that area, and had to pu......

Spoke too soon. Some idiot garage-saler pulled up into the driveway across the street and honked, because their door wasn't open and the shit wasn't on display! They honked!! Can you imagine the gall? Of course, this wench across the street (A.K.A. Redneck Theater) has a sign out at the main street with no time listed, and folks are used to eight or nine A.M. start times for these things.

But to pull up to a house and honk?! Come on!

She left her addict son in charge of it last weekend, and he decided to open the doors at 11AM, putting the sign out at the main street around 10:30. Rolled the tent flaps down around 4:30PM or so, and was surprised not to have made any money! Then, decided to pull the signs and do nothing on Sunday!

Ah, well. To each his own, I suppose.

The honking cars pulled away after a shouted exchange of "when do you open?" and "we open around ten" (yes, there were two cars), and then the garage door creaked open about four minutes later.

It's now a full fifteen minutes past the honking, and the garage door is now closed; the boy has jumped in a car...to go pull the signs I imagine. How enterprising!

Yup, RNT mom is a fine example for her children. It will be a shame to see them leave the neighborhood. [mock sincerity or extreme sarcasm - you choose]

10:11A.M. - The Sunday calm is shattered, and a squirrel in the maple out front is annoyed and scolding the world.

Well, I've got things to do today which includes leaving the house soon, so I guess I will have to ask Karl to fill me in on the rest of the RNT swan song.