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May 30th, 2005
Robert came home from Home Depot around 4:00pm. I was sitting with Elizabeth on the hill under a little wedge of shade from the elm tree, watching the Barn Swallows dive bomb eachother. He pulled a lawn chair up and told us about the food they fed him at work because of the holiday. He went on and on about a heavenly lemon ghrahm cracker desert and Elizabeth said, "I want some, I want some!" I said, "I want some, I want some," imitating her slightly whiny ten-year-old voice. Anna tried to sit on top of Robert's lap, but "the hamburgers and hotdogs" got in the way.
Soon our free rage chickens showed up. Elizabeth and Robert fed bread to Speckles (our most tame chicken) by putting a little piece of bread in their lips and letting her peck it out (a new trick). After getting their lips pecked a few times Elaizabeth started talking about going fishing. "I want to go to the Forest Preserve and go fishing," she said. I said, "Stop sayng, I want, I want!" Robert said, "Go see if the worms are still alive in the fridge..." and the next thing you know they were going fishing. He said he could sit in a lawn chair there as well as at home. Eric trimmed up the poles and Robert said "Just make sure we have the right tackle box this time - the one with the hooks and bobbers." Elizabeth went in the garage and dragged out a large tool box. "What are you doing?" I asked "Going piano tuning?" She had dragged out my father's piano tuning equipment by mistake. "I knew she had the wrong box," I told Robert. "Tune-a-fish" Eric said.
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Jill Novak
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3:26 PM - May. 30, 2005 -
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