Lucky Fish

I went to McIsaac again yesterday. Mark guilted me into going in the morning. I was tired but he got me out of bed. But it was fine once I got there, it was actually kinda fun. After school, we went fishing again. Dale had gone earlier and caught a fish. He was driving by, set his rod and drove away to work. When he came back in a couple hours, there was a fish on the end of the line. Lucky. So we went last night and guess who caught the only fish. Dale. And it was a monster. Master angler. And tasty. So we had to take a picture of it and sign a sheet to prove that we saw him catch it and it really is as big as he says it is. We spent the evening at Dale's place eating fish and blueberry pie. Dale has some cedar all cut up and he was going to trade it to Mark if Mark would build him a dining room table out of some other lumber that he has. Well that was the agreement, we changed it last night. Theresa does caribou hide sculptures and really nice ones at that. So in turn for Mark building the table, she's going to make a picture for us. Yeah!

Last night I woke up so many times. I knew I should not have eaten that close to bedtime. I can never sleep well if I do. But it was so good. Anyway, I woke up and there must have been a flock of geese somewhere because every five minutes starting at five o'clock, they would all honk in unison. Boo. So it took me awhile to fall back asleep. Now I'm quite tired.