Remember when A. took Cubby to see the pile driver in the lake, giving me a glorious and totally unplanned 45 minutes in which to do whatever I wanted? Okay, so I ended up just eating some breakfast and writing an extremely short post, but whatever. I was doing it sans Cubby.
Well, today at about 4 p.m. A.'s friend Jason called to let us know he was at our beach and on his way up with some more trout for us. He dropped off the fish. I gave him one of my extra tomato seedlings and invited him to dinner. He asked if A. wanted to go out in the boat with him to fish on his way back to his truck where he would get his boat out of the lake. A. asked if Cubby could go too. Jason said sure. And . . . here I am alone.
Dinner's ready. It's not quite 5:30 p.m. I don't suppose they'll be gone much longer, but this time I got a whole hour and a half in which to make dinner and waste time online.
I am all for male bonding if it means an empty house.