Well, here we are, boys and girls. Survived another weekend, back for another week of fun and frolic. Went to the pub Friday night, played darts, listened to Irish music, got drunk - not necessarily in that order. Cleaned house on Saturday, then saw Van Helsing, which I liked, Saturday night(Go see White Chicks. It's the absolute best comedy of the summer - I could not stop laughing). Sunday I went to church and choir practice, then spent some time in front of the ol' DVD player catching up on movies I somehow missed, like Good Will Hunting, followed by Dungeons and Dragons to clear my brain. I'm behind on my pleasure reading and my studying, but maybe I can get back on track tonight. Oh well. Break's over....
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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