Day 3...

Woke up to a cloudy morning. Still beautiful though. We had decided to go fishing today and since yesterday was hot downtown we all had shorts and shirtsleeves on. We made the trek to Bonito Lake, a beautiful lake nestled among the mountains. We traversed down the path to the lakeside where our bounty awaited.

As I began to bait the hooks I noticed a little chill in the air. The breeze was blowing and up here in the mountains it was a little nippy. Of course I have a full time winter coat so the mere fact that I felt it meant the kids had icicles for feet and Kelly was shivering like a newborn. On top of all that, it began to sprinkle. The kids were upset but we had to go. Cold and rainy is no way to go fishing, son.

So we packed up and went back to the cabin where we spent the rest of the rainy day in Sorry and Battleship heaven.

Later in the evening I went to the fridge to get some milk. There was only a little left in the jug so I drank it from there. When I finished I pulled the jug from my lips and began to move my head downward. I was focusing on the ceiling while drinking and moved my focus to the wall and then the window as I lowered my head. Then I saw her. The deer we fed yesterday was standing outside the window staring directly at me. This is where the climactic swell of music happens in the movies. Scared the crap out of me. Not wanting to be beaten up by a gang of deer thugs when I opened the garage door, post haste I got out the bread and went to feed the hungry horde.

The rest of the evening was spent huddled around baseball bats waiting for the revolution.