Saturday morning, near eleven, although the hour feels earlier. I’m in the living room listening to The Tired Sounds of Stars of the Lid and wondering if I should move the fan from the front porch to the living room. T is across the street, helping the girls wash another car, while N plays with his guys and S lobbies M to move her car out front so the boys can wash that as well. Will the neighbors mind if we use their water? I wonder if M considered the issue. Hm.

This morning S and I woke near 6:30. He and I talked about his dreams. Apparently he’s dreamt of a huge white rabbit, bigger than me, who wants a ring that S is wearing. S says in the dream he and the rabbit wrestle all through and around the house while S protects the ring. We drove over to the West Bend farmers market, arriving by seven, but the teenagers working the mushroom booth told us they could only sell to vendors until 7:30AM. We hit the West Bend coffee shop where S chose a Jolly Rancher Italian soda and cinnamon muffin. I stuck with green iced tea. We sat inside, since S was cold, until 7:30. After picking up mushrooms, honey, corn, and potatoes we returned to Port. Everyone was up then, of course, so I took T and S over to the Grafton park with the running track and workout stations. Both boys have recently asked to rotate the stations so I let them do their thing while I ran the half-mile track. I lasted two miles before collapsing and although I was somewhat dehydrated (should have drunk more water beforehand) I’m still not back at full strength. Still, the run and post-run bicycle crunches felt pretty good. After we returned home I showered, ate breakfast, and hit the living room.

I should mention last night as well. M picked Jake the babysitter up at five and once he and the boys were settled M and I drove over to the Milwaukee Ale House in Grafton. We were lucky to snag a booth as the restaurant was crowded and not long after our arrival a line snaked out the door. If we in Port Washington has a shot at this restaurant and the city planners fucked it up screwing around with those jackass investors who fucked up Smith Brothers and the M and I building I swear I will attend a city council meeting and kick everyone in the balls as hard as I can. M liked her skewers and I love the blue cheese potato salad. I also downed a great beer (Louie’s Demise) before we walked Cedarburg. The main drag wasn’t crowded. The theatre features Get Smart until next Friday, which I considered checking out later in the week, but I doubt I will as the last show starts too early (7PM). We found a cool candy store with candy cigarettes and cheap chocolate pretzels. M bought a bag of the latter and I snuck some while we waited in the Starbucks drive-thru line for iced green tea. We had a spare hour before J needed to leave so we sat on a bench in the harbor park in Port and let the breeze wash over us as the sun set. Beautiful. Sometimes I take this town for granted.

More later. The kids are across the street, and I don’t trust that asshole fuck down the street not to send his girls over and then bitch when they cry. Have a good Saturday.