There was some bad juju afoot today as the Kampers tried to get their errands done in preperation for the fishing excursion. Dennis went shopping for boat batteries while the girls went to the DOL for fishing licenses. We waited in line there for a very very very long time. Or, as the guy in front of us phrased it, "It's a short line...but it's a long line."
Then we checked the fishing licenses. Claire's did not have a catch record for salmon. She got halibut instead. The DOL was closing in twenty minutes and the line was still rivaling those at Disneyland. We drove away in disgust.
Dennis had similar luck with the batteries. He needed new ones. There is no where on the island that had new batteries. So we drove off to the mainland, heading for Outdoor Emporium. There, our goal was to obtain:
1. Clay pigeons,
2. New fishing license for Bear,
3. Some fancy-pants fishing reel.
We got the reel but they were out of skeet. Their licensing shindig had closed half an hour before (I still don't know why it don't close at the same time as the rest of the store). We left in disgust. (Dennis paid $109 for his reel, BTW.)
At Costco, we bought 4 flats of Mexi-Coke and some prunes. Dennis got his batteries. While we bought gas, he yakked with Spencer constantly. Kim was forced to ground him from the phone. Needless to say there was much whining and pouting after that.
So, we started on the long drive to Federal Way, where Sportsman Warehouse sold all the things we didn't have. They charged us ten dollars to reprint a new license for Claire, after we listened to the snot at the counter tell us we'd purchased a license on July 11 (uh, NO). Now she has a catch-anything-that-comes-on-the-seafood-menu license. Crab, shellfish, halibut, salmon, probably beavers if she can get 'em. I left in disgust. Dennis happily went off to go get boxes of skeet. Kim followed. We left, and our trunk had
4 flats of Mexi-Coke
2 batteries
and 5 boxes of clay pigeons.
Then we got into the Tahoe again and went off for dinner, which Darlene was invited to. We went to a place called Cactus where the wait for a table of five was 30-45 minutes. We were going to leave in disgust when suddenly there was a free table and we could be seated very very shortly, ma'am. We were seated very very shortly.
Dinner was excellent. I don't remember what the food was all called, but it tasted very nice. My dish was the most popular. It was chunks of pork that you could dip in mango sauce or green chile sauce, with some vanilla coconut rice. It's very sweet and sort of tastes like candy.
We left satisfied and took the aunt home. Then we drove back. After that there was mostly a lot of Jesus-I-have-to-pee and some stories about going to the hospital. Tomorrow, Dennis is going to see if the new batteries work. If they don't, we won't get out tomorrow. Probably. He explained all this to me and I understood but nil. We have taken pictures, but everyone's too sleepy to figure out how to upload them. Good night.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
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Seafood buffets often have squid and octupus. Do NOT bring these items home as some sort of trophy OR offering to placate Pele the Volcano Goddess. Tell Dennis that he's wrong that "hook and release" has been outlawed.
Shooting clay pigeons is like cooking lobsters: it only hurts the animal for a minute.
Love, MUm
Mail the rock back to Pele' NOW. You have brought a firey curse upon the boat's batteries... or someone left the master on our forgot to check the water. But I am sure it is the curse.
Mexi-coke can't cure the curse.
So are you on the water today? Killing salmon with clay pigeons. Make sure the pigeons are "Hog safe" you don't want any unitended pig deaths.
Love Dad
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