fishing no more
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2016.08.21
My fishing partner has left me high and dry, now being eight-and-a-half. It looks like The Boy will now have Japanese class on Saturday morning, piano lessons on Saturday afternoon, and tennis lessons mid-day Sunday. Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
Pity The Girl isn't interested in heading out, herself!
