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CynthiaW's avatar

Good morning, everyone. It's Trash Day here in Boring. Epic Fail completed the lawn-mowing yesterday, and then we took the mower over to his friend's house. His friend is setting himself up as a small-engine repair guy and says he can change the spark plugs and do other things. We will see, in a few days, how it turns out.

His friend also just got a driver's license, and I let F stay for an hour or so, and then his friend drove him home, without any incidents that were reported to me.

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Loons...lotta memories about loons. We'd go fishing in Canada and had an old wood cedar stripper canoe. We'd spot a loon a ways off, then extremely slowly and without any quick movements, slowly paddle toward the loon. If you could keep the canoe pointed directly at the loon so the profile didn't change, and not make any overt moves and stay absolutely silent, you could get within a few feet of them. You could see the confusion in their actions...they knew something was wrong, and would make increasingly quick moves to get away, then they'd dive in an explosion of squawks and water splashing, to come up 100' away, when we'd begin the dance all over again.

The word "lunatic" is derived from the loon. That's a true fact that I made up just now.

There is no sound so cool as a loon wailing in the middle of a summer night.

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