BLUE

Blue and I landed at Olivia's and Sherman's for the past three days and two nights to cat sit Chester and the fish and the lizard and crickets. So, I watched T.V. for two days, fed and watered Chester and fed the fish.

Charlie always buys pregnant fish, if he can. This last mama was really big and uncomfortable and died in child birth the day after they came home from camping. She had spent the week trying to balance herself with her comparative, little fins. But she died this morning, having given birth to only one dead fish-all the rest left inside of her.

Charlie and his mom are always dealing with dead fish which is just another excuse to get another fish. The pH of the water is always a battle that is enjoyed, and the fish tank scenario is always different on a regular basis. Charlie is ten and knows a lot about fish. The lady at the fish store says that he should offer to volunteer at a mom and pop pet store and then he might get a discount on 'items'.

Grandma likes that idea. She is always trying to take him to Pokemon tournaments and swimming. Anything where there are boys to play with. He is an only child-his mom and dad play with him a lot. Grandma plays Pokemon but was never very good at games.
"Come on grandma, play!" "No, grandma does not like to play!" 'Lets find some boys' I say.

So, Blue and I are off again. Carrying the book 'Travels with Charley' which makes the third or fourth reading for me. Steinbeck was just my age and considered himself 'old' at the time of this writing. He died six years later, so I guess he was right about himself.

Our trucks are similar. His a Ford, mine a Chevy. His camper more 'deluxe'. Mine a canopy. Still I love my 'canopy' and I am getting use to pulling over and just sleeping. Usually after a long day in my garden.