Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Breakfast and a kid looking for a summer job

I recently learned of a small stream less than two miles from my house. Let's call it.....notellum creek. It has trout, not large, a 12" brown is a bigun. Yesterday afternoon I was gone from the house less than an hour and it yielded breakfast for this morning.


Next, item, I got a picture from the oldest daughter yesterday, and apparently The Adorable One is looking for a summer construction job. I told them she'd have to get a hard hat. 



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  1. That's a first class breakfast. More trips to the stream coming I'd guess.

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    1. Yeah, more than the past, but it's a resource that I need to be sure is kept unknown as possible.

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  2. That breakfast has me salivating. Oh man, does that fish look wonderful! I can almost taste it.
    I remember a few breakfasts as a kid when Dad returned "with a mess of fish." I think they were blue gills, sunfish and crappies caught in Indiana lakes, but they made a delicious breakfast.

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    1. We lived in what might be a mythological time to our great great great grands.

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  3. Great breakfast and don't let your daughter grow up too fast.

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    1. Grand, not daughter, but I'll have as little success with them as I did their mothers.

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  4. I've never considered fish for breakfast, but I'm sure it was delicious!

    Cute little girl you have there! When I was very small, my grandfather used to take me fishing (with cane poles!).

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    1. Pretty common b'fast in Asia, but I got a taste for it back in the 50's, when my dad and I camped.

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  5. A very physically and mentally healthy way to start the day.

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    1. I'm sure I felt the superior man that day, but don't remember.....

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  6. I think I can remember some mornings in the distant past when I enjoyed fish for breakfast.

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    1. The secret, Bruce, is to fry bacon first, do the fish, then the eggs.

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  7. Oh, yum!

    What is Adorable building? My first construction was a flat bottomed boat with a 16p nail flagpole and a piece of clothes line for guiding it along the stream bank. The flagpole fell of almost as soon as the boat hit the water, but it worked, otherwise. I was a little bit older than Adorable, and had already been give the job of nail straightener by my Dad. He kept such finds in his "lucky box."

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    1. I'm not sure, Martha. I think it may have just been a chunk of 2X4, I think I see other nails in it.

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  8. There is such a quiet grace in a child focused on hammering a nail. Beautiful photo.

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    1. Hell of a lot depends on where the nail is, eh? A harmless 2X4 or the Gerogian desk in the library. I'm going to make the kid go through a metal dector before she comes in here.

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  9. It's never too soon to learn how not to hit your thumb with a hammer.

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  10. Maybe she could build you a restaurant!

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    1. A fantasy of mine for years, ebbing and receding with the accounts of new restaurant owners.

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    2. Yup, I get that. A food truck maybe? in the 90s I wanted to sell healthy, organic sandwiches from a food truck near the beach. My husband thought it was hilarious. I'm not saying we'd be rich now. I'm just saying I might have a simpler, more enjoyable lifestyle. Assuming my husband kept his stressful city job, right?

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  11. I just ate dinner, and that photo is making me hungry already. I remember when my son got a his first real "tool box" at about 5. He had a lot of fun with it, and really wanted to build things. Well, by the time his thumbnail finally fell off, he was considering another profession.
    Which just made me wonder how many finger/thumb nails I've lost in my life.

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