Sorry I took so long. I went into my bedroom, got a sip of water, and then went into the basement, where I heard the sounds of Mom and Rebecca and her friend Keely. Then I had to help Mom with putting water bottles into the fridge down in the garage, still not satisfied with my mouth. After that I went upstairs with Mom and talked for a while of December passing so quickly and what we were going to do in the following days. After that I had a yogurt, then hearing Dad outside coming back from his auctioneer class. I helped him take bags back inside, and we talked in his office for a while before I went back up. Sorry I took so long. Now, back to the blog.
Yesterday was pretty boring, but I talked to Julie and got an idea for a story in the morning. I had a pancake and watched two episodes of a show, and then I did some math, even though I could only do it with something called a protractor. Speaking of stories, let me tell you that that story I started in South Dakota... I finished it, and it was 11 pages. The new one I thought about yesterday is about an elf being hired for the general managership of the north pole. Should be really good. I later blogged a little as the day passed on, it becoming 1:30. Dad invited me to come to the lake with him, and I went taking the Four Laws, a book I read aloud to Dad a lot. I got a pocket knife and a dead phone that I thought I would charge in Dad's car. He had one that was almost dead, and forgot the charger. Before we realized that we got jackets, hats, and then jumped in the jeep. On the way there we realized it. We went into that all familiar neighborhood, and came up to Dean's big house with garage, little front porch and pretty look. We brought a large box present we were getting for some people out of the back of the car, going through a door by the garage, Dean with us. We then entered his office, with all the cluttered books and papers and nic nacs galore. It was just like my Dad's, except it had a red paint color and was a little different position wise. I sat down as they did some complicated paper work, calling people and filling out things, looking at things on the Internet. As I had no book (well I had the Four Laws book but I didn't want to read it except aloud to Dad, and I had Grimm but I wanted to finish it on the day the guy who co-writ it died, Wilhelm Grimm). I fished around and occupied myself with moving dice around, reading backs of covers, and looked at awards he had. It was, I admit, a little boring. But we left after Dad showed Dean and me a thing he had the people at The World's Largest Truck Stop in Iowa ship to him, a little PA system that sticks to the car that you can have multiple fun buttons on. It made Christmas noises and other songs everybody knows, Happy Birthday and Yankee Doodle. Even though Dad can manage a business and can be really serious, he still finds time to get funny things and be hilarious. Silly Dad.
We drove off, to somewhere else. We saw Johnny Forrester, a tan man with side burns who is our lake neighbor, and has a little one story long house with a two story garage, and an R.V. himself. We stopped the jeep as we came over to him, him cleaning out his car. Dad joked to him about that as we said hi, talking for a while about the trip before we walked down his trail with grass and trees to the lake. Actually, I can't say it's a lake anymore. It was so down, with mud and dirt and rocks where water used to be, trees all around it. Given a picture and removing all the docks and boats, you would've thought it was a desert. We went down to ours, with the long wooden pathway and the dock with the roof over it, and the columns supporting it. As I saw familiar trees and the dock, I felt really good. It was crazy to see the lake without any water, and weirder to see Styrofoam platforms that used to hold the dock up be loose and in another part. I found a almost buried old swimming shoe, that I remembered I lost when I was swimming with Westin, and I saw an almost buried old comb. Several pieces of metal were there too. I mean, you couldn't believe it with all that bay turned into land, with places of old being 15-20 ft now none at all of water. It happened because the people who take care of the lake, the Corps of Buccaneers (really the Corps of Engineers, I call them that because nobody likes them and they come over and take peoples stuff and tell them not to do stuff, like buccaneers. There kind of like lake pirates.) filtered out all the water into the dam and the river, the opposite of how the lake was made.
It was cool to fish for stuff in the "lake desert" if you will. After sitting down and talking on a wooden table for a while, I noticed that I had a lot of dirt and mud on my shoes. Even though it was kind of bad I simply got it off, playing with my pocketknife. We later went up the hill talking about Indians and South Dakota a little. We took sight of their medium sized white block R.V. called a Hurricane, which isn't the best and most positive name for an R.V. As his wife Glenda came out and Johnny got a key and opened up the motorhome. We went in and looked around in their soft R.V. with a little table, kitchen stuff, shower, and bed in the back. It relatively looked like ours. We talked all about the trip and different places we've been in the Northwest, as they are R.V. er's too. It was kind of cool to talk about R.V.ing with people who can relate to us, so they know what we're talking about. We talked and talked and then said goodbye, after going into the garage and seeing Johnny's trike. Pretty cool red thing. We then said goodbye and left. We went home, ate a good turkey brown rice chili, which Mom made for us that was awesome. After that Rebecca went with us to a large store and got some things for Mom for Christmas, then going to another store. I can not give you more details, it must be a surprise for my mother. So, after that we went straight to bed. An okay day. Blog you later.
Maybe I might become a motorcycle guy. Yeah right!,
Andrew.
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