My teenage years do not bring all that
many changes. I am still responsible for the fishing; although now I
feel more confident about staying out late at night. In the years
that I have been here I have never seen another living person and I
no longer feel the need to run back to the 'safety' of Nemo's shack
when it gets late.
Another small change is that I am now
using my tent. I came back from a late night fishing trip and found
this...
If Nemo had decided to use my sleeping
bag then I was going to use my tent.
In the morning Nemo didn't say anything
about the 'new' tent. Not a single question! So all my damp nights
worrying about it were a complete waste of time!
The biggest change is really that Nemo
occasionally interacts with me now. True it's usually by sneaking up
behind me and soaking me with water but it's more than he's ever done
before.
Anyway I don't mind water. If I'm not
catching our dinner in it, I'm usually having a splash around myself
to try to cool off. I feel like I should be trying to be more
productive and spend a lot more time up at the mine seeing what I can
make out of the scrap there but, well, it's nicer down here and the
days just keep drifting past. Tomorrow. I'll start working on it
tomorrow.
Hey, I found you again! Somehow I didn't manage to subscribe to this blog, and then I had to remember where I found it. So hey, I'm back, and I'll try to get caught up soon :).
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