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Another Saturday night
And I ain’t got nobody…
How I wish I had some chick to talk to

Another night at Boris. A continuance of the dance of the cat on the top of my desk.

I actually watched some TV tonight. I was pretty bored. For some reason, I’m the most bored when I should be doing (or am doing) something I don’t particularly want to. All the other females except Steph were in the living room knitting or learning how to. Steph was with Nathan. Nathan’s brother Joshua was in the den crocheting rainbow yarn into a long chain. Mark and Andrew were off talking about whatever those two boys talk about for hours on end. Dad was up painting Steph’s new closet. And I was bored. But I didn’t want to be anti-social, so I switched on the tube2wwwwwwww344444444444 and flipped through the channels. Voyager was on UPN, so I left it there. Janeway and the black Vulcan, Tupoc or whatever, were doing a mind meld. Ben and Josh and I watched it till it was over. Then I went into the knitting bee, but by then, it was about time to eat, so I set up everything in the kitchen instead of joining them.

Eric, Carolyn and her sister Katherine had been over earlier. We had planned to have a bonfireand roast brauts. I broke and chopped off long sticks to cook them with while Mark and Ben sharpened them and Eric, Nathan, and Joshua shot their SKS’s into the hill on the other side of the lake. Chinese assault rifles are loud. Then I heard Steph yell at Nathan to stop for whatever reason. Mom came around back a bit later and said that our neighbors through the woods and on the other side of the power lines said that bullets were shooting up their trailers. Evidently, two big rednecks drove up and, really upset, swore, one of them almost on the verge of tears.

“That’s okay,” I said to mom, when she expressed concern at their presence, “We have three SKS.” They said that the daughter of whatever family lives over there had a guy looking at her car when bullets started whizzing by. The two of them hit the ground and had to stay there, the bullets kept coming so fast. Dad went over there and assured them that if there was any damage, we’d take care of it. It was too dark to see if anything had been hit. Nathan was very upset. When the sheriff showed up, Andrew and Mark joked about the Kompound being under attack. I was fixing beans, but I heard Nathan’s voice coming through the door as the sheriff prepared to drive away, “I’m really sorry!
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So, Eric, Carolyn and company left early, and we cooked the brauts over the grill. Afterward, the knitting crew went back to knitting and everyone else disappeared again, so I cleaned up thekitchen. Denise suggested we all go out for ice cream, so we went to Cream ‘n Bean. Emily, Jef, Denise and I stopped by WallyWorld first to get yarn. I commented how it must look funny, four chicks in flannel shirts walking in to buy yarn. I got bored when they took too long to make up their minds on what flavor to purchase, so I told them I’d be out in the car listening to the radio and sharpening my knife I’m wearing on my belt. I used it to try to cut branches earlier, but it was too dull. It’s getting better now, but I’m not too good at sharpening knives. I’ve never really been taught how.

We finally got to the coffee place by the time everyone else had finished theirs. We got ours to go and headed over to the apartment. I looked through Andrew’s Entertainment magazine’s special on the X-files while we watched MAD TV. There was a very clever piece on black slang, but the rest of the skits went downhill from there.

I tied the cat’s mouse on a string to a nob on the pulled out top drawer of my dresser, and he’s been happily batting at it for the past half hour. I should have done that a lot earlier.

I think Mom is going to take Emily back to Columbus tomorrow after church. She’s thinking about staying for quite a while, like several days. This means that I’ll have to be responsible for taking care of my grandmother and meals and stuff. Oh well, it might be nice to have Mom out of the house again.

Maybe I’ll go to Morocco next fall.