Midnight O’ One — 12:01 a.m. Finally get to bed.
4 a.m. Cell phone alarm rings making me think of the movie “For Richer or Poorer” with Tim Allen and Kirstie Alley where the old Amish farmer pokes his head in their room and chimes, “It’s 4:30. Time for milking.”
4:30 a.m. All I have time for is to make the hot cocoa and put it in the thermos. Grab our last-minute gear and walk to the bayouside. Termite, my youngest son, and I head out in our mudboat to go duckhunting.
At this point, I realize some of you might not know what a mudboat is. It’s called a mudboat because it can run in very shallow water–even mud. The grassy stuff are the panels on the side that lift up forming a grass-covered shield to hide behind while hunting.
10:00 a.m. We’re home from hunting and starving. I put a pot of rice on to cook, mixed up some biscuits and threw them in the toaster oven, fried some sausage patties, and then fried eggs, over-easy to go on top of the rice. Mmmmmmm. Hardy breakfast for two hungry hunters.
11:00 a.m. Time for a nap, which is only interrupted by one text message and one phone call.
12:30 p.m. A short visit from a friend knocking on the back door.
1:00 p.m. Daughter brings 15-year-old-son home. Drive down to old house to throw some laundry in the new washer and dryer. Back up to Camp Dularge to visit with Dotter and MuzicMan
2:00 p.m. Dotter, MuzicMan, and I grab fishing rods, hop into my boat, and head out to Lake Decade in search of spotted sea trout. The wind was howling and it was C-O-L-D! (well, cold for us southerners!). MM caught a few keeper trout and was happy to do so.
5:00 p.m. Home from fishing. Clean the trout, and it’s time to cook supper. We had steamed cauliflower and broccoli, salad, fresh pan-seared trout served over rice (leftover from breakfast). It was delicious!
6:00 p.m. Clean up the kitchen and drive back down to old house to get clean laundry. Return to Camp Dularge to fold clothes and set out school clothes for Miah.
7:00 p.m. Visit with Dotter & MM until they leave. Then I clean up the house for my out-of-town friend BB, who is coming to help me work in old house the next day.
8:30 p.m. Bedtime for boys and time for me to chill out with a little TV before bedtime.
10:30 p.m. To bed and read until I fall asleep.
6 a.m. the next day and time to get up and start a brand new day on the bayou!
Ok, sounds a little boring, but that’s what my Sunday looked like. How about yours?