This was the first time we had been back in the church for a number of years. It brought back many memories of the years that we spent there. The pot belly stove was gone. The baptistery appeared to be rotated against the back wall. Changes had been made to the restrooms to allow for handicapped access. But the same pews were still in the sanctuary and the services were still held in the same corner.
June 11. Connie and Bonnie went shopping. Dick and I went fishing.
Connie shopping with Bonnie was a real Godsend. You need to understand that I literally hate to shop. Now I don't mind buying, but I don't like to look then move to a different table then look again, then move to a different table, then look again, then move to a different table, then check that price, then go back to the first table, and look again... You get the idea.
Con had a mission. She was after some wrought iron candle stick holders. These candlestick holders needed to match the decor at Phil and Carly's house. It took all day, but she was successful. Actually, I think she just enjoyed spending the time with Bonnie.
Dick and I had other ideas to spend the afternoon. Dick had a small park and entrance to a stream very close to his house. We pulled in and scoped access to the water.
Now a flyfisherman has to pull on waders, rig up his rod, choose the right fly, and tie on wading boots. It takes some time. While we were struggling with our equipment, another car came in with kids. They stripped to swimming trunks, grab their tubes and headed to our water. Our water. Oh well. I guess we can share.
The water was pristine. A small dam held the water in a small pond. The stream flowed clear and clean over rocks into pools that promised to hold big fish.
We fished for a couple of hours. The kids went farther down stream. Another young angler came and caught a small fish. Dick pulled one in upstream. But, alas, I had no bites.
Thursday night we cooked the lobster. They were still alive and the help from our Maine butcher was right on. Corn on the cob, cole slaw, lots of butter, good friends, what a great time.
Friday was a work day. Laundry had to be done and a computer needed fixed. Do you remember the trout caught the first week? Well, they were delicious that night. Bonnie even added the left over lobster to the salad. Yummm.
June 13. Dick and I went fishing west of Manchester. It was really different for me. The stream was cold and clear. The water flowed fast over boulders dropping into a little pool. Dick called it pocket water.
We donned our waders, Dick went downstream, I went upstream.
You might notice that there is not much room for the cast. I spent most of my time pulling my line out of the trees.
But there was some moments of exhilaration. I tied on a yellow grasshopper imitation that floated. Lots of wiggly legs. I dropped the fly right at the bottom of a boulder that water flowed over. The fly drifted straight at me. Suddenly it was sucked under. I struck. My fly flew past me and hooked a branch. Next five minutes were spent retrieving my fly. But I knew where a fish was holding and he liked my fly.
For the next 30 minutes, the above senario repeated itself over and over. It kept repeating until the fish no longer liked the look of the fly. I was fish less.
So I came out of the water and waited for Dick. Of course, I asked how he did.
"Oh I got one, how about you?" Let's not go there again.
Back at Londonderry, Connie and Bonnie hit the bargain shops. Consignment shops, Goodwill, and yard sales. They even stopped for ice cream to leisurely eat by the lake. The biggest win for Connie was picking up a BOGO iPod protector screen for 25 cents. Of course it did not fit our iPhones but it was a great deal. Think about this. We traveled across Canada to New England just to purchase a couple screen protectors. Go figure.
By the way, our niece needed the screen protectors.
Monday we leave for home.
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