Ahh, I used to love to blog regularly. And I still would, if only I could clone myself. There’s so much that hasn’t appeared on this site that I wanted to put here as a record of our life. So is life, I guess. Now like the start of a Blog Neglecters Anonymous meeting:
He rises with the sun before work and drifts on the swells and goes for what’s in season. For a while it was the incredibly delicious spot prawn (oh, man) and now it is the ugly Ling Cod. He also fly fishes for bass in one of the island’s lakes. He’s building me a sweet garden shed and plans to put that old farmhouse sink we used to have in our rainy kitchen at our old victorian. He finished the rad playhouse for the ladies, and makes his lovely pregnant starving wife hot fudge sundaes, grilled cheese and tomato or anything else the little womb-munchkin craves, whatever the time of day/night. He even plays beauty shop with the girls. Ahhh.