Saturday the weather was fine, so I headed off for a long walk with the Codes and tripped in a rut and sprained my ankle. I limped home, sat myself down to read to recover from the trauma and discovered I lost my reading glasses on my aborted walk. Good thing I have lots of backups.
Sunday, my husband, QV, and I went fishing (carrying a fishing pole more than 3 feet counts as fishing.) We went to Barnegat Light and Tuckerton. Pictures will be posted later this week. The hundreds of fishing boats leaving the bay for the Atlantic Ocean made me laugh. They raced like they needed to be first or all of the best fish would be taken.
A rich, sixty-something woman kept giving QV the eye while he baited his hook. He said she made him feel dirty. I told him I'd rent him out if it meant I didn't have to go to work.